Ancient times befoul our minds Wrongness with streams of blood Heed the old ways Lord of Death Needles path of pins all lead into the depths Proclaim with me the place of worship A circle of stones an altar of bones Death is so binding a wicked presence The end of our skins a crown of thorns Spells are so binding the curse you shall bare Destruction wanton chaos for all despair Our blood runs cold Ancient times befoul our minds Wrongness with streams of blood Heed the old ways Lord of Death Needles path of pins all lead into the depths His darkest army retribution It’s what they seek in wicked lands Scorching souls of the enemies His darkest army there on the move In wicked lands there out for you He’s unstoppable he kills cannibals there’s no failing him you’re accountable It’s so horrible anything is possible hear him calling you are you dependable He’s unstoppable he kills cannibals there’s no failing him you’re accountable Death is so binding a wicked presence The end of our skins a crown of thorns Spells are so binding the curse you shall bare Destruction wanton chaos for all despairTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
