5 acessos
As faint lights perish, darkness descends to the
Cold ground that we've been permeating through
Gathering to the border creeping, confirming
Formation shall never be noticed until the end
Fierce growl over the encirclement
Thirst and hunger lend wings to feet
Pursuing the game, they tremble with fear
Wings to our edges that cut them down
Struggling in vain
Take power without mercy
Writhing in pain
Harvest completely...harvest
Feel some sign around the border
A stir is rising like a ripple
With no mercy
Making its own way breaking the line
No rampart shall stand the attack of might
The un-matured, the feeble, reaped one by one
With wisdom so shrewd
Goes on innumerable-blow by blow
Gouging so deep wounds never to be cured
Plunderer shall be dedicated enough
Nothing let remain
Bleedings last no more