You think the morning fog hides all the lies you've told But I see through the dismal gloom straight to your blackened soul Your forces they stand line by line grumbling to themselves They know their leader is a thief, a craven and a fool
So move your guns and horses forth, it will do you little good I know your heart; I know that you would run if you only could But here at the end of it all, with your back against the wall You tremble as we tear apart all your wicked falsehoods
A cloud of death hangs looming above your twisted crown In the lies spat from your forked tongue you shall drown I finally stand before you with bared steel in my hand I pray you see the spite in my eyes before I strike you down
Step by step – the hordes of destruction march on Cry of wrath – the last thing you hear then your life is goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
