Heralds Of a Dead World کے بول

Th etime of benegrance falls, slow and sad Dark paths where everlasting hate fights Suffering continues and pain is endless Human flame involves the light of life Heralds of a dead world Make their destiny on their black weapons The wind of anguish sharpens its hate Blood of wards flows from inert earth Listen to the screams of a meaningless race! Look at your destiny through the raven's eyes Breath takes the throne of life Victory has always been for her You've just been means for her inexorable victory You are just greed You and just hate You are bengrance and the virus of life Heralds of a dead world Condemned to the eternal shadow Heralds of the dead world