It's in our sights, glowing in the distance The ancient bong foretold in ancient cryptic texts A huge armed fortress is what what stands in our way We are prepared...Prepared to die on this fine day We will show no fear with weapons now ablaze The grim reefers coming It is now time to fight!
Getting high off of death Conquerors of Chronageddon Getting high off of death Conquerors of Chronageddon
Bursting through the gates, the final battle awaits Our enemies will feel deaths sweet embrace Accept your fate, massive explosions detonate Splattering gore on to the cold concrete War in our veins, only the strong will remain Dark blood is falling like rain
Slaughtered legions Killings begun Corpses piling People dying
No time to get lit Inhale your final hit We have just one mission The bong must be returned
The stench of rotting corpses covers the war-torn battlefield The carnage is far from over, their gruesome fate has now been sealed The towers start to crumble, we laugh as it topples to the ground The relic wait on it's altar, it is now ours to take
Getting high off of death Conquerors of Chronageddon Getting high off of death Conquerors of Chronageddon
Foretold by the gods, with power beyond good and evil Rumored to bestow eternal life Rumors had spread it could grant eternal life A huge bong blast right to the headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
