Scorn the sky with blade Season the soil with blood
Push down a son, into the pit Spare his eyes the pain of light Fear the rise of a new dawn Close the cycle, go out with ease
Those who walk at night Will turn at your sight
What has grown in the stomach shall rise Legions of your own blacken out the stars Kneel for you've grown a family of foes Fall back and receive the harvest of your wounds
Drowning, in my bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
