Salvation seems a million miles away A generation wiped out in one day The sun is setting on a rancid town Lady solace has been gagged and bound Brand a cross on the door of hope Asphyxiating, we begin to choke My head is pounding like a funeral drum Awaiting the angel of death to come
If this isn't hell, it's the next best thing A city of frost for a leper king The fruits of Empire will not numb the pain And in our weakness, the lord's to blame
Raping and robbing the dead on the ground Light of humanity will not be found All of our morals will now rot away Down on your knees for forgiveness you pray
If this isn't hell, it's the next best thing A city of frost for a leper king The fruits of Empire will not numb the pain And in our weakness, the lord's to blame
Lord come and take me far away from my home Lead me to refuge down the path you have shown Am I condemned to this delirious way? Forever toiling in my watery grave
Brandish your daggers and come all ye men This is our kingdom, the walls we'll defend Crows of the tower will peck out our eyes And lead us to victory under black skiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
