A lifeless cold stare In the night of funeral pyres Thy blood has fed the soil What a bloody shame That you all became carcass In those piteous nights The bane of our existence It grows in the wells of extinguished life
My hate is cold In the night of funeral pyres Choking on the black haze
I march this road Yet it never seems to end Through the sea of rubble Streets I struggle to name Faces I struggle to recall They have all perished in inferno
The burning stake Under the ardent sky It's all that remains
There's a glory in the midst of carnage And a glory that shines upon the tears of those who survived I bled all I could and I won't bleed no more
They will always burn They will always burn They will always burn till the sun shines no more They will always burn till the sun shines no more They will always burn till the sun shines no more
The burning stake Under the ardentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
