From the skies below Sneak the winds of nature’s veins Cold and creeping Silently the soil beds the slain
Lurking all alone Gazing bleak from branches dim Bold and breathing Terrified as blood drips from their leaves
This land before the new Driven out and destroyed All living and kings Arbitrated from the eyes of the earth
Corpses endlessly Trees ripped fierce from their roots Valleys that once grew Now choked with a surge of remains and hooves
“Murder!” screams the forest afar “Murder!” screams the winds Murder in the name of morality
Judged for ancient scorn Wrath upon entire realms What is noble with no evil to now be compared?
In the depths laid a mother Once straddling scared with her young This new world of good Has written it’s very own tainted song
Burn, for a better world Blood stains thy innocent hands Burn, in blood be sworn
“Murder!” screams the forest afar “Murder!” screams the winds Murder in the name of morality
Burn, for a better world Blood stains thy innocent hands Burn, in blood be sworn
When the flames subside And pure birds plants the seeds of new life The revelations of the righteous above Will be reborn, an inescapable past
For the great day has come Let your fury not go down upon the sun
Unleash a fury Rebuild in scorn Those that are born In blood be sworn
Annihilation Ripped and torn Those who are born In blood be sworn
Burn, for a better world Blood stains thy innocent hands Burn, in blood be swornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
