The oracle has spoken, of servants to the eye Advance upon the black gate Denounce your god or die
Cataclysmic winds, destructively accel Spewing from the heavens, aphotic tides of hell Warriors of the north, bare the rune of war Sing the song of steel, upon the tide of gore
Fall into the circles of hell Within the path lies the rotted Engrossed affliction, illuminates the rise Showered in glory, beneath the crimson skies
The oracle has spoken, of servants to the eye "Mori Pro Bellum", to where the vermin lie Despoiler of the masses, hordes slain to the weight Soldiers lured by bloodlust, breeding cursed hate
Storm of war, to conquer and defeat Disembodied, as flesh and steel meet Black blood scoured, reign across this land The gate is open, to the legion of the damned
The Damned!
Fall into the circle of evisceration Where all the tides of hell will meet
As the tyrants rise The serpent demigod As the towers fall Beneath the watchful eyeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
