A shroud of nightmare and rightful spite A claim by right of rebirth Vengeance will be mine this day I swear by dying gods I’ll repay
I have bathed in the waves of death And death has enveloped me The price to pay for a single breath A life with the force of the sea
My life is a temple of blood and of stone Of dreams that are rotting in caskets with bone I am moving without moving Becoming one with the void The angels are waiting The angels are villains
For I am the king of sinners in the hands of an angry God
Thrown from thrones of gold and pearl By those they created from dust By an army that spawns from the bowels Hell Like a flower that blossoms in spring
Ripped from the virtuous wasteland Screams fading to silence By the dead that flower From the bowels of HellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
