Child Was born Destined to death (Holding) sword of bones In his hands Chosen one Here I come Blood and tears For the only one
I know our way Is windy To unknown places Jackals and vultures Surround us To the foot of Oblivion
We Sell our peace To its bitter end Indeed You Buy it, by the way You have satisfied your greed Wheels They are spinning on Knives are sharp Put on your coat We’re mercenaries and fighters Not for the glory All we need is luxury and wealth
Catabasis Go down scapegoats To plow the fields by bone hoe Skulls as a vase on the desk For renegades and intruders