There's no way to stop the ancient ghost that is rising from his grave

Spilling a drop of hatred from his bowl

He senses the fear and misery searching for fresh blood

Feeling hunger growing in his dark soul



Here he stands ready to sow

Harvest about seeds of his sorrow

As he takes his toll



Far on the horizon

The echoes of years closing in

There's no escape anymore from

The hatred exploding within



We are feeding the beast he's becoming much more powerful every year

We give him more leash increasing our fear

Soon will start the feast that ends in our extermination

The signs are here the vision should be ctystal clear



Here he stands ready to sow

Harvest about seeds of his sorrow

As he takes his toll



Far on the horizon

The echoes of years closing in

There's no escape anymore from

the hatred exploding within



Far on the horizon

The echoes of years closing in

There's no escape anymore from

As the echoes start to ring