5 acessos
Your silence sings louder then
Your sword ever could
The wolf stand atop the slaughtered lamb
Without meaning to eat of it's flesh
Your silence sings louder then
Your sword
Burn away that which was yesterdays
I never thought I'd see the like
I am the wolf who calls upon his pack
Vercingetorix is my name
Burn away the day
Sound we knew are gone
Into the tales of old
Bow down to my name
Burn away that which was yesterdays
I never thought I'd see the like
I am the wolf who calls upon his pack
Vercingetorix is my name