Hold fast, tears in the sails Do not pardon martyrs Onward we will forge, toward the dark horizon Miasmic decay; resistance turned to fodder For the ground upon which we will build our nation
Fuck
Laid to waste on the shores, cry "Acheron!" Kneel to the king of the dead and the weak Born, torn, battered, and worn We're all chasing glory Through the perilous depths of unconquered darkness Dead, fed, never content Their corpses line the quarry Devastation painted through the roles we reprise
Conquered by the collapsing will to fight The foes that feed on mind, body, and soul Miasmic decay, resistance turned to fodder Weep for the words of their hollow extol
Miasmic decay, resistance turned to fodder Weep for the words of their hollow extol
Penitent prey confused, the macrocosm Cares not for the ideals of the weak This miasmic decay; just beg me for your slaughter For your god says to turn your own cheek
Slash and burn The monsters yearn For the gears to turn Revolving the broken world
Slash and burn Is it your concern? Will we ever learn? The cycle of darkness repeats
The blood of the nihil it reeks
Hold fast, tears in the sails Do not pardon martyrs Onward we will forge, toward the dark horizon Miasmic decay; all life is to turned to fodder Lay the ground with the stones that spell out our damnation
Miasmic Decay Do not fucking falter Swing your sword, watch the light leave their eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
