The call to glory, Split the night in two. I Still recall your figure sitting by the window. Looking outside, But seeing nothing at all. As the Sun shed its light, upon the Meadows.
Hunt or be Hunted. Kill or be Killed. As the end draws closer, Time shall stand still.
And to the end of times, holding swords. We'll crush the idols of their heathen Emperors.
Hunt or be Hunted. Kill or be Killed. As the end draws closer, Time shall stand still.
On our way to the Southern Lands, The mist conceals, the plains of sand. And yet we march on the battlefield, To hunt or to be hunted, to kill or to be killed.
Hunt or be Hunted. Kill or be Killed. As the end draws closer, Time shall stand still.
Hunt or be hunted. Kill or be killed. Hunt or be Hunted. Kill or be Killed.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
