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Take a look at the new rules of this game
Wicked laughters are feeding their fame
Hearing the cries from the empty shells
Unmoved they seem
Hungry for turmoil and wedges
Ivy-clad so that we can't see
One peace at a time they steal
Collecting memories
Notch up another victory
Upon our shoulders and true beliefs
With wheedling words they reign
So sweet is our decay
Raise your voice
Aim as high as they can't see
Now you can say
Speak your last word, speak your last word
Born in the garden of overgrown madness
We still search what remains of our lives
Scattered pieces for their jigsaw puzzle
Swapping destinies
Whencesoever they derive their powers
Where all hopes are misled and repressed
Vowing to break from the hardest chains
Tearless they seem
Prophets of doom
Playing God, how does it feel?
The fate of sky and earth
Awaits their sentence too
Shattered we are
Sold and bought in the merchants' fair
Beneath hard flesh it burns
Beware of our hate
- Album:
- The Pagan Manifesto
- Era
- Red Silent Tides
- Miscellaneous
- Two Tragedy Poets (... And A Caravan Of Weird Figures)
- The Scythe
- To Oak Woods Bestowed (Demo)
- The Winter Wake
- Heathenreel
- The Next Generation Vol. 2
- Era (Deluxe Edition)
- Era (Deluxe Edition) [Deluxe Edition]
- The Night of Nights (Live)
- 20 Years - Metal Addiction
- Hear It! Volume 72
- All for Metal, Vol. IV
- All for Metal, Vol. 4
- Elvenlegions
- Spirit in Black, Chapter One (The Ultimate Metal Selection)
- Wyrd