Your sword breaks in my teeth, I drink the blood of your friends, Your shield is cracked and broken. An ocean of blood surrounds your impunities, All your troops are dead, you are alone, I absorb their memories as I consume their souls, I will use your bones to build my throne. A throne of ore and pestilence.
Imagine your world and your last thoughts, We build a pyre for your soul, You drown in false reverence, You’re bound by chains, Washed up by the bodies of your friends
Your idea of the future Your kingdom has lost, will return to ash, Bow before your King, Bow before your new master.
Stampedes of the south, An army of undead and giant ox Where is your savior?
We harvest the souls you once loved
Fading images of a kingdom, Trapped under a pile of earth, No thoughts safe from destruction.
We take what you once held so dear.
Your sword breaks in my teeth, I drink the blood of your friends, Your shield is cracked and broken. An ocean of blood surrounds your impunities, All your troops are dead, you are alone, I absorb their memories as I consume their souls, I will use your bones to build my throne. A throne of ore and pestilence.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
