Tonight, we embrace glorious oblivion Dread space no match these men Mercy never slaked nor given, Stained cross mongrel, throned ophidian
A slitten throat and yawning guts, _ Parry strike, and ever thrust, Twisting the blade, into their face, Make mockery, _ of God's grace
Morningstar, pike, and the mace Grubby silver, for days disgrace Bastard, sword, and battle-axe Shameful trail, men daren't look back
Gaping wound, and severed limbs, This life of filth, pitch black and grim,
The skies, are falling, down Pressing on, with stolen, lance, Till death cuts, in this sorry, danceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
