The people swore to protect our cities, they are battered and yet still stand. until the end. In the dark corners of the mind, It was a moment trapped in time, trapped in memory. a moment whose time had come again his blade came down on the neck of the enemy, looking up the world he knew was gone no rest, no mercy, no matter what. your treason shows its face this day, dragging the bodies into the timeless void born with wings of pain and a sword of blood, a hellish incarnation through the flames of destruction, the legion marches through the flames of destruction, we must persist.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.