Из альбома: Necrology
From the crest of ghastly sight, the monstrosity of war
With ageless eyes I see the past
Where crimson streams of blood have flown
Over corpses past and flags of old the sun shall rise
Oblivious to laws of man to bathe the dead with blinding light
The shun shall rise
The first will rise
The chosen first in linefor ritual sacrifice
For rebirth as cenotaph they all must die
Cycle ancient as time
Bloodbath, purge and rectify
Disciples of war to sacrifice
Let the words of vegetius echo evermore
A message buried in our blood
To the few who crave for peace
Prepare for war
The horizon fades to black
Cytotoxics fill the air
Hounds of terror breathing panic as the blitz exterminates
Let the victors rise and fall for whatever god may come
The puppeteer will never be the first to succumb
Grinded into sludge
The chosen first in linefor ritual sacrifice
For rebirth as cenotaph they all must die
Cycle ancient as time
Bloodbath, purge and rectify
Disciples of war to sacrifice