The aroma of blood and phobia we taste The growing hate and the silence feel The dream that we see while we're awake Are the heritages of septic eras
Every tyrant shares my spell Centuries of sworn worshipping How could they forget me!...
The cruel water we forced to drink The flesh we wanted to chop and mince Are now on our domination turn
Bleed me, hang me on your neck Paralyse me with your strength I please you in chains My peerless...
Within the long tasting imperial hunger A pandemonium was a heartbeat of Lord Surrounding hole shattered pleasures And becoming grave in a bed of filth
Every tyrant shares my spell Centuries of sworn worshipping How could they forget me!...
Bleed me, hang me on your neck Paralyse me with your strength I please you in chains My peerless...
Beyond the mountains of a lost kingdom I will spend my fate on hunting their unborns...
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