Из альбома: The Serpent Servant
Here we are, Storming The Gates Of Hell
Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives
So here we come, we were withered and drowned out, but raised up in son soaked brilliance
Raised up!
This is our sound cutting through the noise
Come forth, arise, overcome
Choir of disciples
Here we are
Storming the gates of hell
Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives
So here we come, we were withered and drowned out, but raised up in son soaked brilliance
Raised up!
Come forth, arise, overcome
Return from exile