We have come from the ashes, of the burning away,
Pouring blood in the fire, on the altar of apin
Led into temptation , now the black gods align,
Here there is no salvation , and your blood is my wine.
Heres a world that is waiting, between the living and
The dead, here the flesh and its pleasure are
Eternelly wed, all is all for the taking, for a life of a
Lie, at the end of the breaking I will be watching you die.
Crawl to the silence, renounce and deny,
The stars and the numbers, foretold of this time,
To the words and the wisdom, too the promise of lies, by
Their anger and fury,
The stron g wi will survive. |
Manowar
Pleasure Slave :: Manowar