Born Headless piosenki

Laid open wide To the marauder Defenceless weakling Hiding quivering Painful bleeding ears Faith has failed again Belief is not truth Mortal hope is slain-and-butchered Butchered faith - In ignorance Butchered hope - Of martyrdom Butchered faith - Realisation...

Torment... Through his childhood Sadist... Born and bred Beaten... Lacking reason Submission... Wearing thin Hatred... Seeping through the Clenched teeth... Desperate Ruptured... Feed on the hands that Feed him... Turns to the darkness to Free him... Draw him...

He created a material race Which would exist on a physical plain They would be different from the dogs They would make their own fate He would not force them to follow him Though he'd attempt to guide them To his worship Hailing him mighty powerful god To gi...

See thine men who bare cloaks of darkness Don't fuck with them or they'll kill you They'll chop your head off with swords of sharpness Or axes Or cleavers CHOP - CHOP Headless Henchmen They won't hesitate to kill you Before thy throne they'll execute you All...

World of hatred Terror flows within What is left is wilting And decaying, hope is dying Left for some But the reality is nothing more than demise What has come Is lost... The day of dying grows nearer By the day hope is dying Human race blames everything......

Once known Once was Upon this we shall rise Forth to a greater tier Upon this a chilling fate Within the realms... For it is the way of all warriors For it is the way of all kings For it is the way of all warriors To follow into death those they revere Seek...

Questioned for the cause that lies unknown Pressed firmly to the hot coals Repent for the gift of the blissful blow For no more pain Joints torn apart in vengeful rage Held within the iron cage Another soul another pain Septic lying in their own waste Torn apa...

The Scyth takes his foes scalp as a trophy Adorns them on his horse Delivers the skull forth to his warlord Claims his rightful pillage The skulls are then crafted into proud goblets To partake of the fallens blood Adorned in cloaks made from the defeated He m...

Bodies lay empty on the ground Can you taste it? Heroes once were they Thou has seen their last day Clouds Water-ridden skies Can you feel it? Stained wars of coloured earth Evening dwells as daylight births Ride through forests of fog Can you see them? Hero...

Volatile are the ways of the desperate, those whose pride drowns their wit Easy are the unbalanced to strike down, but hard to predict A blade easily passes through the flesh and bone, but more resilient is conviction If one is set to an action their will Let...