No clouds hide the stars and no wind roams the trees When a black stripe appear High in the sky, terrifying and in casket like style Splitting into two, with hands and spike uncounted and wild Two riders appear and behind them the armed forces follow
We're the armies of the world, from hell and heaven gates Fighting for the control over human race Fighting for your souls We're marching this endless path since the beginning of time
We are the figures making our moves on the chessboard of life
Painless, ready for the final attack, our blades are strong and sharp Blood red, the sky turning into a mass grave, no mercy, no prisoners
We're the armies of the world, from hell and heaven gates Fighting for the control over human race With swords of divine hate and spikes of hellish rage Playing our game in this timeless cageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
