The sacred tribe of ancient valour Strong in heart and open in their minds Fueled by pure and honest abhor Of plain genocide
Spreading insight of the secret Of righteous and devoted life Put at risk of being injured,harmed or destroyed
By dull, exploited, careless plague Dominating, agitating human brain Devouring the souls and hearts of sane Butchering through helpless realm
Consumed by pain, an endless reign Neverhealing, nevergrieving slavery Aborted children of the free mentality Surpresed by their absurdity of cause
Slaves Of their cause Servants To the loss
Slaves Of their cause And their loss
Who will die, who survive Beneath the battlecry On the field no retreat From turning into meat
Who will rise earn the prize To rule this world of lies Now were faced eye to eye Prepared for final strife
This will be your trial No point in your denial You can not make it out alive
I am the sinless I am the fearless I am the sound of your betrayal
You are the meaningless You are the catastrophous You shall repent and kneel
I will not bow down Never kneel for you crown You will watch me rise
Who will die, who survive Beneath the battlecry On the field no retreat From turning into meat
Who will rise earn the prize To rule this world of lies Now were faced eye to eye Corpses of pointless prideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
