Tekst:
Bloodthorn

[Originally performed by Bloodthorn] Drops of new gleaming In the flesh new morning light My body cold and trembling I've left the safty of the night

When the last defenders fall the city is overrun Storming through the gates Raping, maiming, burning down No prisoners will be taken, no wounded will

As the dying sun sets behind the mistveiled mountains and the shadows grow deep amidst the Aeidolon Fangs The snowclad peaks almost hid by the cold evening

Frontline, dead of night Waiting for the enemy attack Beasts of war, feeling death Breathing down your neck Sharped knives, guns prepared Nuclear holocaust

Demonic laughter your cremation Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood A sudden crack as I crushed your skull The remind of your life flashes

Onwards into battle Armies marching, seeking death Fearless legions On the road to hell, a killing spree Crushing forces With wicked lust they march to

mountains Reaching towards the sky like a thorn that's forged from darkness A symbol of oppression, a monument of fear In the tower bloodthorn the unspoken

Soon shall the sun rise to morning In glorious northen light Gods of darkness grant me wisdom And let the wisdom victor me March to war! When the doom

This is the last time... The last time I watch the sun rise to blind my eyes Tonight the dark sky is my roof And all misty fields my floor I have found