Griefmarch کے بول

Built of silence, crowned in rust We kneel to gods we dare not trust Eyes like graves, hearts of stone Each one cursed, yet none alone Trumpets howl with bitter breath A choir forged in hymns of death Our glory drowned in endless moan We carry grief as blood and bone Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier! Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier! Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier! Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier! Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier! Eins! Zwei! Drei! Vier!