the nights are different here colder, darker, eerie silence toxic mists are all around even coursing through the veins
it's hard to fight what one can't see and the deliverance is long way down the road demonic specters seek to harvest our souls
We ride in disguise with darkness on our side black stars high in the skies guide us through these hellish lands
hear the cries, far away behind and ahead no blood will be left in us when we reach our goal
there will be only bones and dust after we depart and they shall walk amongst them savages in these godless gardens
it has been years since the prey has become hunters they are now the last generation the last of what is human they are relicts, a forsaken race
We are the last generation relicts, a forsaken raceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
