pure damnation The dark horse will bring glory... The pale horse will bring death! In a ripping evil flash I give me to kill you to death As I stab
below, catch up with my funeral Caught up and brought up in it into dimensions The feeling like I can't take it no more The mission is dealing with pressure Pressure is the death
of your fathers, while the death-hordes prepare for the final battle....hail.....to the battlesky.....hail.....the year of the crow...and while cold winds of death
It is the sign of Hades Each song, each chant, each blasphemy It is the sign of Hades Swords shall chime and blood flow In a neverending death dance
they bred a strain of horses, the treasure of the tribe Who could toe-dance on a ridge or gallop up a mountainside Who could haul the hunter's burden
friends go down Touched by the violent crown 'til their hunter's hunted down Chorus The web is slowly woven The endless dreamers shed, In the dawn the curfew is
... psychonauts of the darkzone we are a whorehorde born of a fatal formula crippled and crowned we strike the harp with crystalstrings razorsharp the hunt is
The Queen of witches Gathered the wisdom For a year and a day Gwion takes care of the cauldron The spell is broken Flown into the youth They`re hunting
I pass this way again, you can rest assured I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting
death-kiss of a thousand serpents, Unfetter the dread war-wolves within us, That their claws may rend, and their jaws may be reddened. The bloodying is
crown I wore was it mine the lips that lie is it true the lace that tears is it skin the line that binds is it real the face that smiles is
of your fathers, while the death-hordes prepare for the final battle... hail... to the battlesky... hail... the year of the crow... and while cold winds of death
Hunter and hunted gasping for breath, the inquisitors closing in Crimes against church and crimes against crown are your deadly sins Surrounded by many
rise rise rise the true love knot is found at the death of the corn the true love knot is crowned at the death of the corn the true love knot is
Ancient crown placed on your head The hangman of Prague Seven keys to the chamber Surrendered to the God Hunting Fighting Killing whore Wade through
each song, each chant, each blasphemy it is the sign of hades swords shall chime and blood shall flow in a neverending death dance and crows shall feast
stone One more future Another legacy to carry my soul Is this the end of evolution Lost children of the game Black hearts of desire Death is crying our