Seeking guidance from the ancient ones A power and strength from an elder world To quench my thirst For bloodlust and war Combining my heart and my sword as one Silencing the lives of thousands Unleash... the beast Reside in the house of squalor My eyes betray my emptiness Rejoice in the house of hatred Bright forth the loathing No taste for remorse No desire to forgive Honed for murder, the hopeless writhe All tools become weapons... in my eyes I stand before you Alone, you will drown, in the blood Left by the son Violence nurtured, into torture Give me the strength, through there death Souls are consumed, with each strike Mass destruction, of all life... Guiding my hand against the next Into my heart souls become one My strength is derived, from my bloodlust Guiding my hand against the next Into my heart their souls become one My strength is derived, from thy bloodlustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
