Through thickening fog of powder as black as a crow's wing, We do battle, Our vengeance in full swing. We bludgeon with fists, We puncture with blades, We're exulting, In what we call justice. Is this truly justice?
Through thickening fog of powder as black as a crow's wing, We do battle, Our vengeance in full swing. We bludgeon with fists, We puncture with blades, We're exulting, In what we call justice. Is this truly justice?
We've forsaken our innocence, Massacred limitless people, Maybe evil, But is it really our place to deal out judgement and death? But time doesn't give us the luxury needed to dwell on our sins, When a crack in the wall erupts and the sky falls apart.
Rage of countless unbroken hearts, 'Neath Lucifer's Shroud as it tears apart. Rage of countless unbroken hearts, 'Neath Lucifer's Shroud as it tears apart...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
