Swordmaster Postmortem Tales
Metal shores and seas of bronze, magic spirit heart of doom Electric rain and rotting flesh, chiming bells of solid bone Welcome to the festival - raising Cain Sarcasm and scorn as the serpent uncoils You've come to taste death and the sentence of stone Iron chains and colossal chaos - enslaving for the power of death Evoke the evolution - now draped in sharp thorns of metal Welcome to the festival - raising Cain Sarcasm and scorn as the serpent uncoils You've come to taste death and the sentence of stone Unleash a will To bring that venomous wind a heart of ist own And to end The dream spared from a haunting forse Rip what's lionized Speak with the tongue of pure abomination Raise the fists Nail the centre of the enemy's eye, O yeah! You face the face of punishment - of fears unveiled by the end We taste the wind by chaos cursed and watch the blades still their thirst Sodomized and victimized Postmortem tales - speak for the dead Sodomized and victimized Postmortem tales - speak for the dead Living Cain - everreign Postmortem place - blood's got to be shed
