Hail dismay Eternal pain On our way towards crucifixion
Dark days Eleven nights On the twelfth we'll build your grave
A new era of freedom will finally begin Your death will be the cure to the chaos you've built
We bowed like hounds in front of a great illusion When shadows die we'll build our reign in retribution
The final sacrifice
Dethrone the scythe that harvests our sorrows Toss it on the well of impending doom
“That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.” **
Rush towards you Lurking through the void in silence Crawling behind your shade Destroy the image of your fake creations
Erasing you forever Cast out to the lake of fire It's too late to seek for salvation But mark our graves with our biggest mistakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.