Waiting for the light that brings us ease. Forlorn vassals of despair forsaken we seek to please Broken instruments of faith
The mountains rumble, they erupt in chant Their mouths on fire From the remnants of their blazing storm A gift of power Shaping the stone into a form of faith As we shape the future Renew the bond that's slain by inner wraiths This will be our suture
Obsidian
This flesh is consecrated, blood and skin appealing through the wounds Feed the blade , feed the blade, feed the blade Comfort the raging fires , thrown down into the open mouth of truth Seek the flames, seek the flames, seek the flames
The giants rest again, their shaking halts Approval of the ancient ones I cast away your fucking doubts We are now guided by death
The molten stone finds place in worthy hands A blade of speech Unspoken but still clear and lucid words A blade of power
Obsidian Lost no longer, no more asunder We seek the marks. Sacrifice the sinners
This flesh is consecrated, blood and skin appealing through the wounds Feed the blade , feed the blade, feed the blade Comfort the raging fires , thrown down into the open mouth of truth Seek the flames, seek the flames, seek the flamesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
