Land of nowhere Poisoned, quiet and poor of all Spirits reign the people Prayers are heard from everywhere Deformed by the rulers and their slaves
It doesn't matter if we all die There where the light ends We are wholehearted With their headless gods They suffocate our fear Of the angel of death We die one after the other Full of pride for their lies
The legends of the old gods Beheaded and enslaved Poisoned by the alleged saviors
All my brothers Are raised in their poison Which wrecks lives A mortal venom That could be thicker than blood
For me there was never enough poison I was born in the antidote My heretic sword will be sharpened To crack into pieces Those headless gods Until the bitter end
If my brothers should awake In the antidote Nothing will be lefTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
