From the North the ships begin to sail Swords are drawn and sharp, we can not fail The books we seek they have no name Now bring them here to bathe in flames
With every tomb we search and burn Hammers strike now take your turn With ancients blades they'll meet their fate Destroy these words and make them pay
Ancient text, no surprise Penned by man, the ink has dried Take the pain and you pray for rain Burn the priests and gather the scribes
Your god you'll find him buried alive A thousand yearts to clear the mind The underworld has all but died Now drag the earth and become what's mine
From the hills a dust beginds to rise Ghost shriek and horseman start to ride Scour rooms for words of faith No healings done no time to wait
In the sky a darkness starts to form Spirits rise from in the evil storm So very few who stand and fight Face them on earth to destroy the light
Ancient text, no surprise Penned by man, the ink has dried Take the pain and you pray for rain Burn the priests and gather the scribes
Your god you'll find him buried alive A thousand yearts to clear the mind The underworld has all but died Now drag the earth and become what's mine
This open void inside me This open void inside has got me thinking Strike down these wretched beings Protecting tombs of fire Let them burn again
This open wound inside me This open wound inside has got me thinking Strike down these wretched beings Protecting tombs of fire Let them burn again
The end becoming a mind game To search and cover a wide range Now cut them down one by one Let them burn again!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
