Born of the sacred rite of Liars and thieves In wind, your castles falter In death, your hearts bleed
The demons drag me downward Their voices calling There is a separation Of lions and sheep
Crossed hearts, hope-to-die Satisfied? Token of the morbid Covenant Pyres by morning light Sordid mortal law Shortest straw Given to the highest, the pious, Grotesque covenant Scorched earth, watch it burn No return Massacre them None shall stand against the Faultless covenant
Broken one Chosen, the unspoken one Marked the reaper Harbinger Gather all the souls of the Mindless cretin Broken one Chosen, the unspoken one Fear the reaper Azrael Kneels to the king of all Lifeless damnation
Token of the covenant Whispering words that seal your demise Token of the covenant Abandon the light, it's all a disguise Death
Chosen, the unspoken one Blood on my hands, come open the sky Broken, the unholy one Spare your lament, you're all going to die
Chosen, the unspoken one Arrives with the wind and leaves with the tide Broken, the unholy one Conditioned, perdition; the meaning of life
Chosen, the unspoken one rise Blood on my hands, tear open the sky Broken, the unholy one cries Spare your lament, you're all going to die
Crossed hearts, hope-to-die Satisfied? Token of the morbid Covenant Pyres by morning light Sordid mortal law Shortest straw Given to the highest, the pious, Grotesque covenant
Your cries He will rise Leave behind Massacre them No hope, break the world Token of the Covenant
Born of the sacred rite of Liars and thieves Resistance turned to fodder For the reckoning
Into the hell eternal Become the obscene In wind, your castles faltered In death, you found meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
