shadows trying to save their lives Escaping death to live in peace someday Their hearts want to touch the skies Not became one more shadows of the
sins correct the flow Casting giant shadows off fast penetrating force To alter via the war that seen as friction spans The spirit's wrath ascending to redeem Wars
Death in the shadows he'll maim you, wound you, he'll kill you For long-forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores Boys baptised in wars Morphine, chill
of hell See now the depths into which you have fell Into Death Ending life, blood flows again in the river Nile We are the terrorists of light Shadows
bastard, the pain in his eyes Try to guess now, guess who am I Shadows are burning, the cry of the damned The flame of the abyss, the master of Hell
ye sinners or be devoured in the flames of hell." Those very same flames that devoured their enemies in countless religious wars. * So often the church
the key to where you go [Mr. Shadow] It's time to die mothafucka (Repeat 2x) [Mr. Shadow] Late night I got you tossin and turnin your soul is burning
Thoughts possess me that I must now obey They say the darkest hour Is that before the dawn When nothing in one's power Can dissipate the great forlorn Shadows
I saw a light tear the storm Showing me the way to God Didn't know that Heaven died and went to Hell Blessed is dead Heaven Blessed are shadows and pain
remains servile. "Repent ye sinners or be devoured in the flames of hell." Those very same flames that devoured their enemies in countless religious wars
possess me That I must now obey They say the darkest hour Is that before the dawn When nothing in one?s power Can dissipate the great forlorn Shadows
killing faster sins correct the flow. Casting giant shadows off vast penetrating force To alter via the war that seen As friction spans the spirits wrath ascending to redeem. Wars
those ages intellect did not exist and its place was occupied by instinct - a formidable weapon, leading to death... Monsters possessed this weapon, whose horror was later called Hell
raise my ritual sword Standing within a pentagram. Thunder bolts in the skies of fire burning heavens's realm of gold, Angels fall with burning wings. Wars
bastard the pain in his eyes Try to guess now... Guess who am I! Shadows are burning the cry of the damned The flame of the abyss the master of Hell The
the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores Boys baptised in wars Morphine, chill
