Knocked out cold in this wicked world When I awake my hands are numb I trudge along through the icy wastelands The light of the twin moons reflect my hate Blood kindles the fire as the screams begin A howl through the dark is heard through the trees The blood is spilled upon the altar By now you're a rigor mortis whore in barbarium blind
The light of the twin moons reflect all my hate And it's calling out to me
A blood-drenched man takes a bow Upon a stage of wreckaged slaughtered mounds The sky cracks and evil breaks Sudden darkness from a minor scrape From the center comes the edifice Black prism arise to your design Grey skies and serpent wings A light strikes through the clouds to save our race
The light of the twin moons reflect all my hate And it's calling out to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
