Slowly crawling down the hole I came from A voluntary return to that which drains me completely Fading breath Thinning blood Twisted body parts and all
Dried out memories fragmented Do you still remember the chain of events? Reaching a point where you stand on a road in solitude laughing at the universe
We tear apart the foundation we were given Since our nature allows the questioning of what we are Our torment given as a gift to use for whatever purpose
Flee Spitted upon Burnt nerve-sensors Bending up the floating Heavy cloths of strangled brains The destroyer reviving the agony of giving birth brought
Overlooking the fall towards the abyss Wondering in which breath I choose to fall Reaching my end? When the mandrake speaks its last words I will seize
When tears of wrath turn to strength again the words burn holes in the prison walls and black rays of light pierce through Substantiate themselves to
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As I talk without reaching through Exist in a sea of mumbling fools Interact without giving of myself Ghostlike wandering through dead cities Walking
The images sprung from the blade of my kingdom and with it a burning Ring gave its way onto the night dying like sterile souls of unborn creations White
The Lord of the Underworld Let's give the devil his due The legions of Hell lay broken and shorn The brothers of GWAR have slain through the storm
alone, no legions will follow my path A stranger to my own shadow But something's wrong I can feel it to the bone When I stand on sea and shore Storms
call, as I always did to become strong and wise The holy legions are slowly progressing toward the castle; Now the time has come to kill them one by one Storms
as the northern wind blow Blow over grim moors... Gathered we all storm the land... The sound of triumph in the air The legions marches on... Now hear
: Under the ice we hide from your stare buried in grief and despair We're the debris, the scattered remains leaves in the storm who is lashing the world
: We the souls of evil unite We the black figures appear Battlefield is near, Occult legion laugh We have no fear, strong and rough We are spawned by
from the black meteor at the drakest hour of night. Take my gifts! Bethor - Demon of proud Jupiter, I kneel to thy black altar-stone. My legions wait
a storm of blood and fire, our glory is revealed All your dreams denounced and drowned in gore Into the battlefield Into the war In a storm of blood
through storm and rain (my life for you) you stayed all true through the winds of change brave warriors death metal pride don't wash away legions of
