The blood is not dry on our ancient sins, As I speak to you in the present mine eyes see a terrible future Do you not see what I see? Do you not see
I see into their vicious eyes Of which revel with my demise Mad people cheer themselves to death I shall not repent with this final breath Strapped upon
Gaze across the desolate plains Void of life The earth veins have dried ,no remedies tried, What happened that night when hell would decide Convictions
I gaze upon Their faces Of those who would defile No chance we'd reconcile We await their slaughter The winter winds begin If not our hate that takes
Waiting, for the dead to rise and march forth Grieve mine eyes arise to defend, the fear that the fallen are soon to ascend Spreads like ravenous venomous
Feel the winds of ages past, frozen we march toward the sky We wait for a sign, facing a truth I could never deny Journey ahead, through a path as old
