The rivers of sorrow, shall overflow For still thine ancient fore Doth seek to work his woe His craft and power are great Armed with malicious hate
I tremble not for him My soul be on thy guard Ten thousand foes arise The hordes of death press hard With twisted dark designs Demons fill the night May the spirits protect me They come for my soul
The oceans of vengeance, shall overflow For still thine twisted soul Doth seek to work its woe Against the son of iniquity Tiamat shall fall The ancient one...betrayed
Raise the sword of Sirsir Behold the sword of Sirsir
Sword of the hared one Swor of the serpent son
I shall be avenged My soul be on thy guard Ten thousand foes arise The hordes of death press hard With twisted dark designs Demons fill the night May the spirits protect me I coming for his soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
