In a lost battlefield, away from an ethereal peace There was a man, who suffered in his agony. Sure to get a reason for, to justify his mortal wound Takes a fearful feeling and turns it into fury.
And he knows that the time is waiting for his flesh. Goes seeking to cut off his worldly existence
Please welcome me, my forgotten ancestors! And honor me, my forgotten ancestors!
He takes hold of his iron sword and attack all at once, killing his heartless contender in a last violent act of war.
Through the mystical fog of the deepest color Roams my mourning ruin grateful of knowledge in the absence of fate.
I have killed my own faith a long time ago, far beyond Beyond the poor the typical conception of death, far beyond time. Waiting for my only last hope to be true, Waiting there is no place to me to exist Waiting just to be forgotten as they were… our ancestors!
Hive of memories... die, die die!
Heed this old dying grief Alas, I welcome thy blade. Crawling, crawling now I’m reaching the glory.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
