without guidance A hero to lead them they need They fight without hope They fight without glory A lightbearing savior they need A hero will come with
the roman game Nero's heroes I bite off your legs No, no, please God no I'll grind your crispy bones and I rip your flesh Our majesty's favourite
the cold wind to Valhalla The heroes rest upon the sighs Of Thor's trusty hand-maidens Midnight lonely whisper cries "We're getting a bit short on heroes
"The Sultan" Sultan king cruel majesty Ordered that his women die A single night this for all his wives Takes his pleasure then their lives And so for
Sultan king cruel majesty Ordered that his women die A single night this for all his wives Takes his pleasure then their lives And so for many days with
- the plough and the scythe - that lay waste and leave barren what beauty survives though legends of power and glory suffice - for these 'latter-day-heroes
a terrible and inestimable carnage was unleashed upon the field of battle. Colossal stones, firebrands and howling iron-tipped missiles rained pitilessly down upon the hero
leering countenance forever frozen in a grotesque parody of un-death. And once more, like a purifying storm of righteous fury the heroes of Hyperborea
just naive anarchists. They hope to discredit us with their labels and definitions. Throughout history societies have condemned those who are later celebrated as heroes
[Majesty] Ridin with death [Layzie] We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals [Majesty] Ridin with death [Layzie] We niggas rappin but still
if I'm twice as expensive as the rest when I go for dolo you ain't checkin for nuttin less My strategy is splittin brain cavity's It's ya majesty bringin
the roman game Nero's heroes I bite off your legs No, no, please God no I'll grind your crispy bones and I rip your flesh Our majesty's favourite game
your bed carved From the bleached bones of your dead The faces of your apparitions dripping with the tears they shed This is where majesty lies awake
high it's brought forth, a long awaited illusion of burning merciless hate. And time shreds in pain and hear a drop of golden hymns to those heroes
reflection A broken looking glass what you've become We all wonder what's in the conscience of the king Does he think of the dead or the heroes gone
the cold wind to Valhalla. The heroes rest upon the sighs of Thor's trusty hand maidens. Midnight lonely whisper cries, "We're getting a bit short on heroes
번역: 안티 heros. 선생님 폐하 이이.