The crucial battle finally meets its end the breeze was soft though none was rejoiced the birds shall sing but none could applaud whipping the steed, to my woman's call the returning knight, hummed a weary folk
satin - of the silence covered on my empti-ness dried bloodiness painted on the broken spears.
foul breath flew in the air wings of ravens covered the sun brothers' flesh and bones piled up the remnant's road
I could hear their whisper, moaning by my side. may their spirits rest in, the pray
my hands, thy will forged, by steel
given birth in bloody swaddle, I opened my eyes bursting chants with joy, tears for holy choir, they praised your name. since it was my innocent, infant age the preaching's convinced me, walking the whole life through, your divine guide
far beyond the truth, blessed scarlet faith, crushed like a worm, betrayed alone invitation cards, from the netherworld, held in pale hands, betrayed alone
the sparkle of the memory rushed back like an arrow glory and death, heaven or hell crumbled to a hole
my hands, thy will forged, by steel
trained as your seasoned champion, we guarded, your highness followed the holy path, put on the thorned trial, we stood on by your flag linked with my bloodlines, we're marching, to the east we're storming the forts in light, cleansing the pagan's des-crated, minds
am I leaving in this day is it destinated to be exiled from my homeland the doubt, circled, in front of the terror, is not my will pallida, morte, futura by ends, is not my will
all the martyr, headed in line could be just a fraud hands of the death, dark robe of night could be just a fraud
pallida, morte, futura...
the sparkle of the will of life rushed up like an arrow glory and death, heaven or hell crumbled to a hole
my hands, thy will forged, by steel
went through all the glorious days, by spilling my soul at the gate of ajudicate, I woke up by ending of devoted life thy divine omen, yet never see my next life how could you tell the time, through all the way of my path, dark or light
satin - of the silence covered on my empti-ness dried bloodiness painted on the broken chessboard.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
