Look over the battlements At the burning countryside There the army of wicked madness Besieges this castle of will
Feel the frozen wind From the bleak outer world The banner twists in agony Tortured from the world around The wind seeps through the walls Whispering revelations of despair It skulks in high lofted ceilings A messenger of the fallen realm
The moat displays whitened bloated corpses A cesspool where the slain float For miles back their casualties are strewn Ours burn on pyres smoke replacing sky
Listen to the sound of the pounding Battering rams Their black winged echoes Fly down these desolate halls Each catapult stone defeats the walls We labor to repair what falls upon us The bringers of insanity Dance bizarrely In celebration Of their coming conquest
Look and see their campfires Like obscene stars fallen to the ground Wallow in dread at the moment's peace For the battle always resumes
No shining army will rush to our aid We are to die in this crumbling tomb I'm being driven mad Specters of bitterness and confusion Circle my head The mist goes in my ears and exits my mouth And within they destroy all they can
The bringers of lunacy have breached the walls Remnants of innocence put to the sword Engulfed into the kingdom of the mad My psyche lays in ruins but now I'm bornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
