Metal Inquisitor War Of The Priests
Nevermore is too late, there's no reason of fate
Now it's time to die, though war passed by
It's a feeling to kill, it's a permanent thrill
When soldiers cry, when the bullets fly
Down - deep - dark/Waiting fear
Brown- creep - sharp/Let us listen to the warrior
Royal, life - as chosen by the chapter
Loyal, rise - as expected from the setter
An ancient man, from a violent clan
They rip the frontier, his mastery's near
Coming under the deep, here - in one sweep!
When you're feeling alone, come to the master control
Down - deep - dark/Waiting fear
Brown- creep - sharp/Let us listen to the warrior
Royal, life - as chosen by the chapter
Loyal, rise - as expected from the setter
Nevermore is too late, there's no reason of fate
Now it's time to die, though war passed by
Down - deep - dark/Waiting fear
Brown- creep - sharp/Let us listen to the warrior
Royal, life - as chosen by the chapter
Loyal, rise - as expected from the setter
Down - deep - dark/Waiting fear
Brown- creep - sharp/Let us listen to the warrior
Royal, life - as chosen by the chapter
Loyal, rise - as expected from the setter
Rising, storm - who cut the angel wings
Dying, worm - attraction for the kings
