Horns Of Hattin Friday 13th
Watch the dying of our might
The decadence within their deception
Watch the mother eat her child/
A scourge
I feel the stakes drawing near
They will fail
To enshroud our glory
Underneath our ashes
At dead of night
Fatum expectans
Our fate has come
The venom of avarice
Slithering through the gates
Taken by the envious
For knowledge none shall have
Our secret, our sacrifice
Our secret, kept until demise
Non nobis domine, non nobis
Sed nomine tuo da Gloriam
A scourge
I feel the stakes drawing near
They will fail
To enshroud our glory
Underneath our ashes
Righteous men
Are captured here
Bound to be
Wiped out by greed
No fire will
Extinguish our mastery
Veritas, your sin will be uncovered
Aequitas, cursed be your charade
Our will persists
We thrive on your flaws
And refuse to die
To die
Non nobis domine, non nobis
Sed nomine tuo da gloriam
Al cap des set cens ans verdegeo le laurel
Lux lucet in tenebris
