Текст песни Death's Arena

Skeleton horse runs by meadow of flames With Sword In Hand,Justice Is Blind Sound of cemetery-bell twists her face In snare of hypocrisy got tangled man Withered secrets of yesterday divinities Wander around among unborn Epitaph of history Begins fate. Demonic scream from deadly pyre Burn! Stronger! My Mercyful Fire! Without excitement, Without regard on cost Let Rise Our Cross Old world Faithful to pagan gods Suicide hung on piece of wood Surprised Faces Grimace of satisfaction Blind looks in darkness hidden On tendons stretched hypocrites Show Ends With Death I go after hung veins Juggling with dreams And conglomerate of bone Singing of fallen birds Rotating over and over again Gods Look From Bloody Thrones