Dusk approaches as snow starts to fall Our village slowly being covered in white The moon right above us An odd stench emerges from the crisp night We must travel into the dark Heading deep into trees Thoughts of death racing through our minds Images of Our Home ablaze We Will serve revenge Their payments will be in blood Our Transformation has begun No longer human Forcing to see ourselves To see what we've become Soulless factions of life Thoughts of death racing through our minds Images of our home ablaze The Reach of death is our only escape.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
