Lords Your scream is high and loud Like a call from the sky An immortal call to wake up the hungry spirits of us It's a thunderfar away A growl that can't be tamed A cold blast of devastation and black wreckness Kings of frames Who heated swords in battlefields Here, I scream your name! Warlord fathers Bless us, savage and insane! Forever we praise your name! Hear my call from the deep woods This dusk, a portrait of doom A hawk sings alone For the chosen to rise through the curse Brothers, listen to my call Feel deep in your souls The bond of the black crowned rainbow soul by soul Our lineage is drown in blood Rivers of blood without outfall It's time to get out throne with devotion as before the fall There was a time when every moon was ours And diamonds falling from red skies The path was bright in gold And then, it came the curse We will be rising through the curse! Immortal, eternal... In melancholy desire still shines And loneliness still burns inside Lines of scars, marks of pain Bitter lives, suffering, no more again Scars of pain Will burn again Purify Your spirit of vengeance won't cry Live forever in battlefields! Lords We're ready for the rise To rise above the sky To wake up finally the hungry spirits of us Your spirit for vengeance will die!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
