side We'll gather one day In a secret place And battle to the last To fulfill detiny Century to century We ride on the light From century to century
번역: 천사 먼지. 세기.
your side We'll gather one day In a secret place And battle to the last To fulfill detiny Century to century We ride on the light From century to century
view got me channelling my vision turn one to two now my kilo's got a sibling father knows best, watch my hands are forgiven we kicking up dust like the
charisma he instigates thousands to play the Kamikaze game the tyrant has the power of words His bible is built on barbaric foundations laws from a forgotten century
the land as the angels fell Tyrants pray disaster for the Land of love and trust Demons plot a way to turn The Heavens into dust. The standard bearers
rides the night With doom winds death's angels fly Across a nearly closed sky line And the sun freezes at one with the infernal holocaust frozen clouds "Centuries
Demons that harmed this world Centuries of human creations Shall be buried in dust In a time where no man struggles And where the angels smile The
tomb Centuries of dusk marching side by side Bleeding shadows of thy shrine The forest whispers laments for me Painfull screams devours my mind Serenades of angel
Wisdom, My Grave Was Now Made Centuries Ago Forgotten Was I Now Long Before My Birth, Without Regret I Opened The Gates To Earth Amongst The Stones And Dust
on a yaucht (Chillin' in the sun) Bom bout the leave the docks, reality I wake up to Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust It's
- blacksmith- tyrant to be In the great valley of Gurvan Nuur Storming with mane of flame and blood red A forging of empire, the horder enthroned Grim century
Awake! Sons of Vengeance rise Rub the dust of twenty centuries from your eyes Fashion your being: ploughshares into weapons of war Today we conquer the
is contaminate the rich And clock the profits for the captain's sake My name is vagabond My name is angel My name is century My name is hunter My name
no Religion, no more No God, no Light, no Power, this Night Lord Priam you stand Horizons once Grand I Slay, I Crush your Towers to Dust Broken under
No Religion, No More No God, No Light, No Power, This Night Lord Priam You Stand Horizons Once Grand I Slay, I Crush Your Towers To Dust Broken Under
of lead And the sun shines down upon The old man whose days are done For a martyr has been taken He is old Juan de la Cruz And a century of women pray
