Scyon: I see the shore approaching, arms at the ready Uncertainty running through our veins Is it for glory? Riches and fame? Or notoriety of conquesting this land?
Racing thoughts pass through my mind as if we're left to die in this vile land that devours us! If we don't leave here alive, know our names will survive Victims of the consuming chaos!
Storming the beach front, the eerie silence permeates our ears as we question this calm Vigilant yet looking at this rotting wasteland, Something is amiss about this place
Turning around we are completely ambushed! What are these creatures that have encircled us? Demon-like repulsive monstrosities with oozing flesh singe our noses with nauseating scents
Our army has been slaughtered; corpses littered on the ground Anathemia, you wretched expanse-- in our own blood we've been drowned!
Racing thoughts pass through my mind as if we're left to die in this vile land that devours us! If we don't leave here alive, know our names will survive Victims of the consuming chaos!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
