Tekster af Ruud Mann.
We trust the word of lying prophets.
Every beggar talks of death.
The earth burning under man-made suns.
Dying stars pulses in the sky.
The fate of heroes darkened.
Salvation buried in the mad mind.
The time has come to fly the bloody flags.
Soldiers march under tattered banners.
Golden icons lost in the great war.
Many sacrificed by the few.
Mighty kings left for dead.
Some will die, some will live.
Everybody burns in the fires of judgement.
The buried will rise from the dirt.
The road to church is paved with bones.
Prayers scorned by the false god.
The sun rises to the unforgiven sins.
Oppression dies with the emperor.
Teksterne er inddelt i afsnit for at øge letlæseligeheden.
Ruud Mann har fortalt mig at han snart vil skrive nogle politiske tekster, dem vil jeg forsøge at oversætte, grunden til disse stadig er engelske er at jeg syntes de havde mere pondus på i deres originale form.
Every beggar talks of death.
The earth burning under man-made suns.
Dying stars pulses in the sky.
The fate of heroes darkened.
Salvation buried in the mad mind.
The time has come to fly the bloody flags.
Soldiers march under tattered banners.
Golden icons lost in the great war.
Many sacrificed by the few.
Mighty kings left for dead.
Some will die, some will live.
Everybody burns in the fires of judgement.
The buried will rise from the dirt.
The road to church is paved with bones.
Prayers scorned by the false god.
The sun rises to the unforgiven sins.
Oppression dies with the emperor.
Teksterne er inddelt i afsnit for at øge letlæseligeheden.
Ruud Mann har fortalt mig at han snart vil skrive nogle politiske tekster, dem vil jeg forsøge at oversætte, grunden til disse stadig er engelske er at jeg syntes de havde mere pondus på i deres originale form.