My pulse is my mantra The prayer oonly in my ears The church bells of my body Calling for swords and spears
Because this is the warpath To the altar of sacrifice Because this is the warpath To crush these weak lies
Northern lights are blazing Like the dragon under my skin Downpour of heavy feathers Can't hide the way of the kind
Winds of doubt and disbelief Are washing my seekers eyes But I travel through plasters casts To destroy the inner idea of paradise
Because this is the warpath To the altar of sacrifice Because this is the warpath To crush these weak liesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
