The last drops of our pagan blood flowing through the gates of time vultures circling, hounds at the door no prayer left for the divine
Endtime dawning on our world spirits fleeting in the storm darkness imprisoning our mortal earth what once had been now lies torn
The grasp around the ancient sword loosening grip once more lives lost to the ancient horde we’ve reached the blackened shore
Never to see my homestead again nor visit the lakes of my youth my hopeful dreams lie ripped and torn dying where once I proud stood
Beasts of burden weighing me down when will my torment end the loss of life yet to be mourned from this madness I can not ascend
Embers burning in my eyes stillborn my heart feels this night counting seconds 'till the moment I die no longer able to put up a fight
No prayer left for the divine vultures, circling, hounds at the door flowing trough the gates of time the last drops of our pagan blood...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
