How light could be our darkest hour? None will be left when they come To collect their blood debts Accounts will be dry, binary vessel Full of nothing
, all that I have mastered Fear, pain, hatred, power This is the art of ruin This is the art of ruin This is the art of ruin
and narrow. Brooks that babble the sounds of torture. You will one day ride To flood the banks of the chosen. This is the art of ruin. This is the resolution
Oversættelse: Lamb Of God. Ruin.
few and narrow. Brooks that babble the sounds of torture. You will one day ride To flood the banks of the chosen. This is the art of ruin. This is the
