Paroles de Unsheathing Nightmares

Speak to me O silent one Creator of graves Carver of paths Seeker of what may bleed Fiercest foe we come to take your soul Battle cries under a winter Sun Forged true Blind and furious I hold the wrath Insidious Hold fast bringer of doom Blows be swift Where demons loom Unsheathing Nightmares Speak to me O silent one Creator of graves Carver of paths Seeker of what may bleed Hold fast bringer of doom Battle cries under winter Sun Unsheathing Nightmares