From the dawn of the cosmos - we are cursed We are the blackened children of Utumno We bear no names no titles Sworn unto the dark against the light
But in silence, I pray In unspoken words 'Ere the day we march Neath the whips of our masters
But is there no god? Is there no penance? The burning of steel The wreathing of flesh By the fires of Mordor As the eye watches me We march to the farlands Do we even know why? My face clasped in steel
But in silence, I pray In unspoken words 'Ere the day we march Neath the whips of our masters But one day may come When mutants arise From the whips of our masters We'll break free
Far beyond the raven lands We burn the cities ash to ash A thousand flaming torch of ire With teeth of death the putrid gnash Once we were the first to live Stolen far away from home Burn them, steal them, with black blades shiv
With one I will break free
When the moon has set for the sun And the wars have been fought for the one I crawl back into the lands Into the pits from whence I cameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
