who've been bought Oh, it's written on the page And woe to those who fear not Woe to souls who've been bought You don't see the ending of the age You
who've been bought Oh, it's written on the page Woe to those who fear not Woe to souls who've been bought You don't see the ending of the age You wandered
Fordítás: Metal Church. The End Of The Age.
of witchcraft, for making metal It's time to burn, Hell on Earth, a second birth An Age of pain. Lapsing into time, gazing on an age, Of confusion with
banner high they ride to glory, a new beginning to an age-old story Spreading fear with hateful eyes, then into the night they ride In the end the same
