There is feasting once more where we give the sun our sacrifice The night seems to devour creation This is the day in which we're sent to take no one alive Our might needs not to hide ambition
Draw out the sword, you'll see how we build empires Our march storms like raging sea Dust and bones is all that's left once we summon thee Desolated lands
Serving the sun for his warm nourishment
The scars leave this land dried Too charred, bleak, too cold, burnt
Defenseless - Despised Scorned - Dead
Don't spare these fools, they serve the will of rotten gods and shameful creeds Denied is their life - Cleanse them This is our fight to set them free from all disunity This bright scene of end times shall rise
Draw out the sword, you'll see how we build empires Our march storms like raging sea Dust and bones is all that's left once we summon thee This old era ends
The scars leave this land dried Too charred, bleak, too cold, burnt GoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
