Poison seeping through the thickest skull Takes claim a tortured soul None shall be spared, who stand in the way Slaughter them all. Claim what's mine
O how the witches have poisoned the mind Of once loyal, most honest of its kind The scent of blood thickens the air The wine of life is drawn
Premonitions given weight Taken as truths, made reality Thoughts cursed, leading to ruin Hunger for power, hunger for war
O how the witches have poisoned the mind Of once loyal, most honest of its kind The scent of blood thickens the air The wine of life is drawn
Premonitions given weight Taken as truths, made reality I must manifest my destiny I must claim what was promised to meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
