Letra de Under Scythian Command

Rusty sword brings a certain death A fatal seed on the summit of my lost breath I dread to see - it's summoned to me For us the shortest straw! Now! Fever and Plague on the circle of their death Fever and Plague in the wells of death Fever and Plague and the symbols of death And a waning Moon rests on their soul locked by a demon - tight A battle song - better hold on tight Galloping fast - vindictive souls Absolved of carnage under their mother's sight Blessed be their magic soul and their magic sight And Metis' song is nothing to me I want the throne and no gods over me! And now! Fever and blades in the circle of their death Screams from my just sword are soaring Justice of fear this is almost as a Curse! Take a mother's son - summon the Moon Words sung - in the dark Commanding death! Their souls in a circle of death And no one sees that there's not enough breath of life With their toy swords coming to me Another failed assault The just sword summoned to me Another scene of blood - with lust I rub it on me The shoal and the Seven doth fall And they shall die!