There's no way to stop the ancient ghost that is rising from his grave Spilling a drop of hatred from his bowl He senses the fear and misery searching for fresh blood Feeling hunger growing in his dark soul
Here he stands ready to sow Harvest about seeds of his sorrow As he takes his toll
Far on the horizon The echoes of years closing in There's no escape anymore from The hatred exploding within
We are feeding the beast he's becoming much more powerful every year We give him more leash increasing our fear Soon will start the feast that ends in our extermination The signs are here the vision should be ctystal clear
Here he stands ready to sow Harvest about seeds of his sorrow As he takes his toll
Far on the horizon The echoes of years closing in There's no escape anymore from the hatred exploding within
Far on the horizon The echoes of years closing in There's no escape anymore from As the echoes start to ring