I stand on this hill I await the coming tempest Shades becloud the horizon A flood of chthonic flesh
I stand on this hill I recall the wanton slaughter Of my kith and their children My blood burns for their due
I will stand in deadly combat To strike, to slay, to fall Descend the Reaper's Spiral A pox upon my soul These bitter twisted memories Implanted and obscene Now awake I question What the mind’s eye sees
Enthralled Dark seeds are sown Mark of cain placed on my brow Down the reapers spiral I fall
In the realm of Hypnos My hands unthinking weapons Bladed limbs bite through bone This soil befouled by deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
