Voices of the wicked laminate their faith A spearhead revival underneath their caves In the core we find, unearthed a city lost Corpse of a dying world still remains
Fire, light, a thousand souls have been let out Fire, accept, a thousand years of battle deaths
Black church screams from the top of the altar We looked in between its reflections in water House of war gods, tribute to man A thousand years of blood soaked lands
Fire, light, a thousand souls have been let out Fire, accept, a thousand years of battle deaths
The sinister sun couldn’t warm up the altar The monument froze over A stage to celebrate in all her awe A concert played for a thousand more
Light it up, light it up A concert played for a thousand more Light it up, light it up
Echoes of the lessons on the walls she insists Fall as her prey deep inside her crypt Flocks always come, just trying to look in The art she withheld seeing on the horizonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
