Black cowls on their heads Swords hungary for lives on hands Inverted crosses shining behind them To protect his mighty temple Marching against the fearful scene
Screams coming down means Thousands of black birds Covered the grey sky with their beaks Ready to feed on believers’ veins
Hundreds of torches are getting closer Angry shouts following from the dark path No ideas in minds what they’ll face with Blinding faith drives them to death No need the result, lost ad initio they’re
“I swear that I’ll defend thy kingdom till the last drop of my cursed blood I’ll worship your nuns and let them give me the pain which I deserve”
“May be this is the last time we see each other Our names shall get lost, our flesh shall become dust But no need to fear my dearest fellow Thou shalt have the darkest of places in nihil aeternum”
Palace of lustful desires, sinful memories Such a cloudy place standing on a hill That lets you be free like a drop from Lethe All guilt flies from your soul leaving the darkness behind Now you’re ready to welcome tranquillity
The crowd is attacking mercilessly And they hold the line with dignity Knights with dark cloaks slaughter All the fear flying in the air easily
To defend his mighty kingdom, to show their loyalty This is the time for the knights with black cowls Standing in front of inverted crosses with swords on their hands Who obey almighty Lord and his nuns eternally Innocence is to worship darkness and obscurity
“I swear that I’ll defend thy kingdom till the last drop of my cursed blood I’ll worship your nuns and let them give me the pain which I deserve” Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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