I scorch these plains, I yield the crown of the Apocalypse
Burning through what once was you to free my yearning soul
Yet with the seal, seventh past, my head is lowered still
Ashamed by waste you have left behind with careless indulgence

So draw the swords, four at once, hope is banished
loose the cries on desert winds to wash this ash away
Serpents sway with glee, this final charming call, gain their trust
Then strike with vengeance and befriend them as they fall

The venom coursing through their bodies, weak and frail, now gone
But spirits rise to scream once more
Afterlife has come

Failed decree to crush the free, wanderers of the barren dune
They will always stand, passions strength may earn my empathy
Respect the valor, through foolish pride, to face my blade of plague
Bleeding honor stains the sands, which scatter vanity

Desperation utters forth soft whimpers, power has lost meaning derived
I refuse to spare this selfish breed with its indecency and hollowed remains
Visionary men and gods are proven false, warriors are slaves, shed of bindings
Populace has freed us to reign, mounting our steeds to continue on
To spread heavenly carnage across this rumored holy land
Praise wasting dreams cower sight of Christ in retreat
To spare his second life

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.