Holy War

Kindred of the lost ages,
come, its time has come
I know It won't be an easy ride
take out of the old chests
the magic stones
carve your bodies
with the blue colour of war
wear your boots and your armour
and come out, come out
where ever you are.

Under the octagon star
to meet and drink
to fiest and kill each other
be crazed, enraged, mistreated
children of the night
the time has come
to dive in the blood of children
and their fathers and their mothers
to cry for their loss.

And I will be dancing
over your dead bodies
in a fiest of blood,
Death's day has come
for either you or us or me

The holy martyrs of life
will enjoy a painful death
Enjoy your pettiful remorse.

He is near, and I can't hold him back any longer
The maidens' names will be called
one by one to be thrown in the iron maiden's hatch
it's time for blood...

Give me a resting place,
this is way above me to fight
this is not my problem to deal with
Why didn't you let me die?

It was so easy, a simple trigger
Oh how I wish I could hear the song
the last song of the last bird
How I wish I could feel the warmth of the last kiss

It's drawing nearer...
It's sences grow keener...

And your mind is about to explode
The tragedy you've built is becomming real
and you are dead, before you even know it

It's gone, I tried, for long
It's gone, I tried, for long...