Here at the edge of the world Born under the darkest light Beyond the grace of god Baptized in blood and ice
Born to break stones for the lord Oppressed between the giants Those who left their hands unstained Unworthy of the true light of darkness When you are nothing but dust and bones May we breath silently again
"And I saw the pilars come rumbling down In the desecrated temple of your false god"
You call it sick devotion I call it salvation
The Windraped soil lies in deathlike silence Above the choir of spirits screams Behold the swarm of black birds They shall peck your bones clean
My flesh is poisoned from within Cursed by my own blood since birth But once more I shall arise in sin Destroy the thrones of light, let the darkness in
"your holy scriptures, nothing but a pile of ashes Moldering in embers of our unholy black fire"
You call it sick devotion I call it salvationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
