All idols will rot
You’ll suffer here tonight Consecrate this domain of mine Break their mouths to the bone Little desire for mirth my wounds afford
Ancient relics and rich prize The cost for pathetic human swine Should you fall to cold clay No lament, only infernal pain
Maimed of arrogance, In a marsh of blades
Your bravery is shown It's met with a strike Inevitable ache and torture Tormenting full of spite
Now I will wait till the dawn When a new invader comes In my cavern they all lay All the cretin I have slain
Exhausted and defeat You will not last the night Stern will be my progress I conquer every fight
Fight till the death Sparring nails Broken limbs, torn entrails I am sworn by a bond Determined to rid the land (of pest)
All champions lay rigid All idols will rot In the mire where all selfdom will perish Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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