Treachery has befallen our father! The oath, pledged with sword and mail Iron will restore his honor Black clouds emerge from southern skies Fire gleams from irate eyes Vehement winds blow tensions high Upon his flesh we wrest our chains Ready hands hold steady blades Captive, cruelty bestowed upon him For mercy he implored them He begged for release with empty pleas Unchanged by his cries, they shall deliver him... To his demise! Upon a solemn path he followed to a clearing on the hill he was led Eyes closed, likely to never open againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
