Of Blood and bone we are born Fire made flesh, by death possessed
The indomitable will to conquer Encased in every breath Spawned from an ancient tribal thirst An offering of blood to the dirt
The taker of souls we shall serve In the time between the darkness and light We feed with feral speed Empowered by both nightmares and dreams
Spewing forth the furious wrath of slaves and gods Who've long since passed beyond this realm Seeking to avert this weakened mortal transformation Through formless reclamation
The taker of souls we shall serve In the time between shadows and light We feed with feral speed Empowered by both nightmares and dreams
The terror in the eyes of the chosen prey motivates Low hanging fruit upon which we thrive We Imbibe this murder so relentless and pure To extinguish the flame of such wasted lives Without the shackles of reality to abide
Merciless we cast the bodies to the depths The molten mouth providing eternal rebirth
Bear witness to the demise of the human bloodline Possessed by death, we, the servants of fire
Harvesting the weakest souls through systematic slaughter A return to earth born entities Neither alive nor dead We are forever condemnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
