He told the lie, the great deceit again and again through centuries untold The death of lands, the murder of man in a land where life is no more
Cursed He wandered the razorvalley Bitter He beheld the rise of man
Good thought lost in the myriad of false only vengeance only murder only dark Now The day is upon us and behold The coming of death the coming of ends
Cursed Spit his venom into mind of man Bitter Murder, unquenched in souls unborn
The fate of all in a single moment Acceptance, no apologies told No warning, no endtimes nigh Only the freezing gust
World of man screams its anguish Bleeds like an open sore In the chalice of ideology The concept of mercy is no more...
No fires in the sky No angelsong Just with a silent sigh cold and sharp Like a whispering wind the end comes Touched, caressed all life falls Like a whispering wind the end comes
Towards the absolute end of all things...
Cursed He wandered the razorvalley Bitter He beheld the rise of man
World of man screams its anguish Bleeds like an open sore In the chalice of ideology The concept of mercy is no more...
The fate of all in a single moment Acceptance, no apologies told No warning, no endtimes nigh Only the freezing gustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.