Don't cry your lost - because your warriors are enraged with hell don't pretend to be the beast - because you'll only hear mighty names of ancient times
Time, where pride was the price of death Death, supreme warrior for the centuries to come
War - that's the simple word to kill useless images Blood - that's the river of everlasting bloody tears Embrace the blade that killed the weakest soul of heaven Sing to the new symbol of darkness - at last with us
On your knees scum - is the dark's knight blood On your knees weak souls - that is the dark's knight blood
Don't speak the lies that curse the land where we were gods Force embrace us - hang the time we left behind Blood of our land, our choice to be the sun of the damned With pride we take our place between the cursed race of darkness
With pride I take the blood of saints To be the lord of the ancient time The knight that embrace the blade That kill the weakest soul of heaven
Don't cry your lost because your warriors are enraged With hell!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
