Cold is the way as defeat stares you like a wolf; you're my enemy, I know and you will die after your lies, you know. Listen! didn't you hear it? We're the coming black storms; as pain becomes in hate, my heart invokes fire, our fire. 'Cause the purity and power which cover this imperious kingdom, not ever you weak gods will can't destroy; We'll stay here, eternally. The man power is measured by his justice and just is your sacrifice. I don't need neither your love nor your hate. I want your respect (or your torture) Your treachery is your annihilation in your skin I will paint my victorious flag in my conscience I will paint your death with colours of wrath...with colours of war.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.