Something's approaching and staying in silence You tell your story for you know he's your sentence But what would you say by right of last words? Blinded and crippled, broken, mute among fake truths
Your splints are splitting up slowly Your torn wings will break Your splints are splitting up slowly Your dead dreams will fade
And who is this to join you in the bloodbath? Who will be your leader through the sea of the dead? He will be the fourth rider, grim death for sure You ride beside its pale horse with everything that were
Your splints are splitting up slowly Your torn wings will break Your splints are splitting up slowly Your dead dreams will fade
You die with righteousness as you should have died Gladly entering Valhalla, though the cross took your pride Your last rune is graved into your body, Your last rune will burn churches cruelly Your last sigh drowns in the sea of blood...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
