Tekster:
War Of Ages Pride Of The Wicked

: Can I withstand all the pain that dwells within. I won't let go for my wounds are far too deep. I'm on my knees in submission to the pain I've caused

the gates. With swords drawn we attack deceit. The weak will perish at your feet as the earth gives birth to death. Your lies won't take this war from

: Death over life. A blueprint you have drawn. Silence over sound. Your casket awaits six feet deep. Rage over mercy. The blood drains from your wrist

now what we were meant for. We were born and bred for war. We're scared and plagued with pain. Yet without hesitation we're sent out in the middle of a war

ve saved me from my pain. I'll hold true and never fall away. As the flood washes over me I'll survive and follow you. Come take this pride from me. Lead

Can I withstand all the pain that dwells within. I won't let go for my wounds are far too deep. I'm on my knees in submission to the pain I've caused

ve saved me from my pain. I'll hold true and never fall away. As the flood washes over me I'll survive and follow you. Come take this pride from me. Lead

Death over life. A blueprint you have drawn. Silence over sound. Your casket awaits six feet deep. Rage over mercy. The blood drains from your wrist.

at the gates. With swords drawn we attack deceit. The weak will perish at your feet as the earth gives birth to death. Your lies won't take this war from