7 acessos
To cleanse this land broken and scarred
Blood of the ruler must be shed
Arrogant hunger to make them pay
Cycling of ages out of disgrace
The shining pinnacle of this race
In all its splendor. Faithfully we descent
Abandonment of recognition to serve what end?
Spit out the lies, see beyond Trickery my children
Their sanctity Denied. All those who serve the sun
And when the sky goes black
And storms seem to devour
Look to your hands for evil Gravitates forth
Victims of violence and death In the aftermath
Profits to be gained constantly
No indignation in hedonist antipathy
Burning your eyes
See beyond trickery my children
Their sanctity denied. All those who serve the sun
The village fires flicker in the night
Gasping in the last moments of life
In this roaring inferno I shall guide you home