Pray for the days of glory Long gone the master plan Gone is the pride of independence Sacrificed like a lamb Here is the same old story Here where the
The Night surrounds the landscape, from the distand hills rising high towards the sky, the dungeons of my ancient ruins. The midnight fullmoon gleams
As silence fuck your brain, the smoke slowly will fade Where zombies had their way in the swastika parade Your country lies in ruins, decaying bodies
bitches wanna snow blow They just give me head while the haters give me promo And man my DJ shoulda won that [? ] and respect man the city owe us one back All these old
: A sailor's map in an occult store, In a place where no shop ever stood before Making plain that near the old town square Abandoned ruins still standing
sacrifice Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod We raise
I believe in clean breaks, I keep the old troubles away But you're making sure I was lying when I said "I can leave, This behind" I need you to ruin
is empty, alone in the unknown we're getting nowhere We have been betrayed by the wind and the rain The sacred hall's empty and cold The sacrifice made
The sky is empty Alone in the unknown We're getting nowhere We have been betrayed by the wind and the rain The sacred hall's empty and cold The sacrifice
: Pray for the days of glory Long gone the master plan Gone is the pride of independence Sacrificed like a lamb Here is the same old story Here where
Walking on the same streets every night Moving in circles I'm waiting for you Living in mistakes inside his prison without walls Throught the old time
moon The sky is empty Alone in the unknown We're getting nowhere We have been betrayed by the wind and the rain The sacred hall's empty and cold The sacrifice
sky is empty, alone in the unknown we're getting nowhere We have been betrayed by the wind and the rain The sacred hall's empty and cold The sacrifice
sacrifice Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod We
Old legends tell of a river winding like a serpent Through dense and forgotten marshland Leading to the ruins of a long dead civilisation Pyramids aligned
"Ruin of the erstwhile most powerful kingdom of the continent." Beyond the fog the eyes of war Wait the battle sign (To) destroy and burn the cursed
