Marc A. Pullen - Home (Raretracks) | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Marc A. Pullen
• Home (Raretracks)

Riding to his home
His purpose is so clear
His land is raped and pillaged
He feels his death is near

Not a soul can be found
Not a living creature in sight
Everything is aflame
He's prepared to fight

His mind is racing
Anger is raging
Blood boils with fury
Revenge is so close

Reaching his homeland
His castle forged in stone
Slit throats, gutted warriors
Forsaken is his throne

Death is all around
No sign is left
The attack was meant for killing
Not to conquer, only death

Vengeance will be mine
I will take you down
you cannot escape my wrath
I will have your souls

Gathering what's left
He loads his steed with steel
With a bloodied sword and battered armor
He'll ride on your heels

His taste for vengeance will be served
It is his right
By his hand, they shall suffer
His blade will pierce the night

His mind is racing
Anger is raging
Blood boils with fury
Revenge is so close

Marc A. Pullen еще тексты