In the land were everything is wasted There s a kingdom drifted by the flood of hopeless Let the godless take the crimson stone Let the godless grasp into the ground Feel the sin how it glows in your blood Hear the crying of the fate less working men How the strongest walls falls on the ground That s when godless become a priest In the warmachine we are looking for answers Hidden in the steelswe prepare a new attack
After youI m coming you know that After youcomes your last surprise If I say something you can not hear That s becauseyour head has been stolen by.
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