The dark prophecy is here, the shadows over us. The bastard is the prophetic lord. His army is near, i hear his noise, getting closer and closer and close.
The spears are visible, thorns searching for blood. The drums of war, screaming and singing out loud.
It's the cold silence, it's time to die. From the mountains the fire is coming fast. It's the warlord and his best warriors, screaming words of fear and pain.
The spears are visible, thorns searching for blood. The drums of war, screaming and singing out loud.
Powerful thunders moved the clouds. Stronger winds are singing our minds. We are standing and waiting for empty souls with purple eyes.
Over the hill i see the death. His army getting closer step by step. He is the bastard, he is really a king. And promises flames for our screams.
It's here, in the hill.
I am the dark lord, hunter of souls. I will kill them all, children and women. I will burn it all.
I will eat their burning flesh and drink from the bloody hearts. And with all their bodies and skulls I will elevate my throne.
The time of my age is coming from the stars. The shadows are mine and the darkness is by my side. I am the bastard with ancient arts, arts from my mother, now are witch's dust.
The spears are visible, thorns searching for blood. The drums of war, screaming and singing out loud.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
