Have I strayed too far from God’s light Thirsting below the echo of fetid vulture wings They black out the sky As day is swallowed by howling night Magma belly Lungs spit the taste of pennies Mouth struggles to form the words “You are forgiven” Only vomit parts my lips now Plenty to puke upon the palms of Charon His Black sails cut through shifting sands as light fades on the horizon my mind knows no other hell than the serenade of falling shells For love of god! For glory of conquest! I have prayed and I have lain my sins bare o’savior I wish but for a gentle stream To live and love in peace I feel the elder quake of armored tombs churning fire from below A whisper turns to a booming bellow “All shall fall to the immortal law Our fortress has stood the test of time History flows through life and death all at our behest Even you o’ mighty nations Every king, soldier, surf All but dust trampled under the march of the Iron hoof”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
