They have unleashed the bloody flock Fierce, black hounds are getting mad I hear the beast behind my back And stench comes from its maw The baying of berserks with each right paw upraised They're painted red in blood
The march of curs to trample their own truth To chase all crows of white No breath for those who dare to disagree One path, one past, one trust
Loyal dogs, unfailing tool They do what they have been trained to With the eidolons, the minds are full The evil ghosts of old The evil ghosts of old Insanity turns back at last As soon as their food is done And dog will raven dog The claws crush bones, the claws crush bones Claws crush bones, claws crush bones Claws crush bones, claws crush bones
The one who disobeys He learns a cruel lesson of bones and stones Your dissidence objected And it's a basic skill to earn
Roll over, sit, stay Roll over, sit, stay
The march of curs to trample their own truth To chase all crows of white No breath for those who dare to disagree One path, one past, one trust
One path, one past, one trust One path, one past, one trust One path, one past, one trust It's not one's path, it's not one's past, it's not one's trust It's not my path, it's not my past, it's not my trust
Devouring meat of those right paws upraised The flock has gone They fressed themselves Devouring meat of those right paws upraised The flock has gone They fressed themselves They fressed themselves They fressed themselvesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
