As our time passed in endless oblivion We took heed of the call In a soul eating timeless communion That came after our fall Time and space bent around as our prison A hall, made of shadows and grief Now a crack formed inside of this shell We at last may be pardoned and freed
Our swords strike tonight The black hand of vengeance is thine sacred right Heavens above and Hell down below Beware as we mount, the grim steeds of war
We held on to a memory's fragment To remind of our past When we held an eternity's promise But each day was our last We had might we had conquered the knowledge Of gods and of people alike But we burnt our own wings in the process Like moths that were drawn to the light
We endured our creator's betrayal We remained proud and tall Never gave in to light or to darkness To control our own call Time is here place is now to arise From this grave that they made us call home As we rip through this womb made of torment We vow: All creation is foeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
