Silent, grimly faced, we march them down Calls from above, behind these walls these cowards hide This city, this land, a promise we have to claim Stretched
Traducción: Showdown. Épica: A Chorus Of Obliteration.
Behold, I come like a thief My kingdom I bring I come to purge the prince of death from off the earth To war, to bring death not peace To cleanse now
Born of barren womb deliverance burns, burns in his veins Foretold and set apart marked by ascension in flames Come upon in power to dismember the devourer
Silent, grimly faced we march them down Calls from above, behind these walls the cowards hide The fruits of this land, a promise we have come to claim
You've spit inthe face of the One whose might is yet untold Fire rains fromthe sky The hand of Justice falls A monument encased in ash naught but a grave
Hell can't stop me now Yeah! Heed this, your time is short This is your warning, so wage your war The great accuser Hurled down to earth in shame The
Too long have you cast a shadow On the fields of the battle worn Your existance is a mockery of all we've fought and died for Cower behind your Juggernaut
try the hearts of men once carved in stone Brother against brother poison spread within our own Tonight you die a traitor's death A short drop a sudden
In Your Name Victory is ours Gather us to Your heart Wash the vengeance from my sword For I am home Glory, fly the banners high Glory, rend the day
The agony they writhe The ground runs red with blood Betrayed by the fickle mistress war Impaled on the agony of defeat The smell of death pervades Countless
son And the world and its troubles mean nothing Only comfort and rest in His arms What was left A skin naught but scars life spent waging a war for a
