Through the air and sand time will arouse Spirits of justice, crushers of the thrones For too long the farce has taken place The snakes of hatred have been set free
Rage circling the mind The key of blasphemy is at hand Open the gates, set him free The circle gathers once more
Stricken, pounded to a void Chanceless against his might
The fear of man now reality Our absence of caring makes you condemned
Finally he walks among us To command our thoughts Possessed I sing his words
The final day has arrived Upon your doom we thriveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
