Know we came we saw
The shredded flesh of your war
Though we fell we bore
The heathen child of the whore

You have killed unborn
The gilded crust around the thorn
Dire depths of hell
The justice of opitimy

Torn bound to undying grace
Into the vile

Now your free from your mortal coil
I’ll take your soul
Bring forth offerings of blooded soil
We’ll take your soul
Now we bind you to the bloodline

Now remove the thorn
Ripping you from your side
Die, bleed, reborn
As a ghost of a memory

Fade into oblivion
Reap the stench of woe

Fade into oblivion
Reap the stench of woe
Now remove the thorn ripping you
From your side
Your free from your mortal coil

---

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