Blankets of ash I have seen the skies fall Grasping myself do I live or do I die? Befriending the dirt as I go from a walk to a crawl Murder the people the meek are the first Spare none the children they're weakest of all The campaign isn't finished he's not satisfied The will to die and will to give.
Wartorn and whore-born Quiet as the orphan voices speak to the bastard Cut from brimstone is the devil's foul horn Silence entrenches as the sun dims faster.
Drawbridge brought down on countless men Escapes the valiant soul, diminished are their hapless bodies Luminous human flesh pierced by unholy shines As they bring in the black book the people shout, "our home is lost!" Wives hit their knees stricken with second thoughts Men forcing their comfort through a passage so vile Forcing a story that twists the truths they know Spires of madness tower once gorgeous skies Spawning a future in hand-crafted states of chaos.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
