Seeds of Vengeance Growing in my hands Pure disorder Raping my lands Selfish Boyars Corrupt with greed Robbing and slaying Their princes to be
You buried my brother, he was still alive You ripped off his nails and burned out his eyes You murdered my father, now prepare to die A blunt wooden stake will lift you up high Lift you up high where the stench of the dying Won't disturb you, their screaming or crying Your agony slow, the stake piercing through Dead eye to mouth, organs and tissue
Feast hall burning All trapped inside Unsuspecting Nowhere to hide Breathe my vengeance Poison in your lungs Feed them fire Punish everyone
Those left out from the fire Will march north to their death I will work them till they bleed They will build my eagle's nest Some will fall down the precipice Some impaled on the cliffs Women and children alike Are not exempt from my blacklist Feed Them FireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
