From your blood Raise the power of the mad Please your God To be blessed and save your head There's no help From the grave you feel cold breath Living black You are dying on iced path
CHORUS: Cold and full of stinking corpses black river's waves Which carry us to deadly eternal flames Iced-boarded boat floats from the past, from our life Following sins and running souls, march of died Black rides raise their sword and open big gate Here you may loose your feelings, here's reign of hate Forget the pain you felt when you had to fall Now sleep in hellish peace, cause you're save-that's all...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
