Filthy, stripped of feelings I throw dice Chains of madness are broken I change the fate
Rotten crosses at crossroads are desperately lonely Ruins burned temples altars in oblivion Sacred icons torn by wind, weathered and blurred Infirm, deadly priest in a torn habit
He brings the light In chaos He destroys rotten rules He makes a new order There he comes, Lucifer
I am the chosen one, gravedigger of bodies I am the priest, confessor of souls Chalice of sacrifice is full of blood Thrown dice changed the fate
Ashes and ruins, blood and sweat Wind carries the stench of death from afar We destroyed the old and create the new Act of destruction is an act of creation
We are conquerors of a new world We are liberators from shackles We are chosen ones from rabble You are the sacrifice on the altar of god
He brings the light In chaos He destroys rotten rules He makes a new order There he comes, LuciferTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
