Paroles de Brundish The Sceptre

Mankind can be bind But not the words of god Idioms are free and flourish Ulmight 'cause sensible BRANDISH THE SCEPTRE Mistress of all cults Cursed is your body Until all severed end nears Angels force be immortal In presence of all the true Stars grow in lonely nights When the watcher rise Intelligence awake to harmony Barious terrible fears Borrow symbolic mystery Spiteful eyes in face of beaty BRANDISH THE SCEPTRE Monarchist is orbain BRANDISH THE SCEPTRE Prestige get paralyse