[words: It]



Grim and determined to rule like chained and bond to the land The candle

will fade and not even the grey death can be cruel as I Hate boils my

blood and makes me see the minions with abhor I give you death in

genocide a true tyrant at the blackest of the thrones



Please cure mind diseased Pluck the memory of a rooted sorrow

Cleanse the heart from poison Raze out the written troubles of the brain



Honour, love, friends I must not even look to have Find the tumor of

my land and rid her from the taunt I applaud the bloodiest visions and

dwell in the darkest depths There is no forgiveness no such oblivion

or weak mercy



Yeah

Stars fall down from the sky and let it be painted pure black

The essence of good fled my soul as filthy pearls from the core Woods

never walk so stay and fight 'til my bones from flesh be hacked I smile at

swords brandished by man that's of a woman born