Unleash the tyrant now We kneel in the burial of our will We are merely reflections now Our body lie still
Your aphorism will bury now There is only hell to pay and failure in your attempt
Exhale now to see the beauty in destruction Within the evil heart of a tyranny sublime
Unleash the tyrant now We kneel in the burial of our will We are merely reflections now Our spirits roam free
You are nothing against the tides Underneath the iron fist Clenching gescendants of grief
To you my death might seem inevitable A thought of wich you will be forgiven I feel glorious as death comes my way Immortality resonates in the glorious dead
I am dangerous as I drift in the crinsom tide of my life I am dangerous in the crossing of a threshold Like a serpent to a saint, in the coming of my death Lies my sentiment of horror
Unleash the tyrant now We kneel in the burial of our will We are merely reflections now Our bodies lie still
Your aphorism will bury you with the weight of a thousand For I am resilient in my craving revenge
To you my death might seem inevitable A thought of wich you will be forgiven I feel glorious as death comes my way Immortality resonates in the glorious dead
I am dangerous as I drift in the crimson tide of my life I am dangerous in the crossing of a threshold Like a serpent to a saint, in the coming of my death Lies my sentiment of horrorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
