Mirrors Of Disgrace 歌词

What is it for? This war for more, and gates of hell are waiting You look so sore you fucking poor, raise your head stop shaking Destroy the door of morbid lore, and get what you craving for The glory of life for those who dare, just declare revolution Spirits of cold are haunting, inside of me, yet I'm burning These graves are yearning, waiting your awakening And proudly spit, the shame and regret of your soul domination Burn the lands, and insane demands, and mandatory occupation Inhale and feast, wake up the beast of freedom you've been seeking Exhale thy lust and never trust, demons you've been feeding Spirits of cold are haunting, inside of me, yet I'm burning These graves are yearning, waiting your awakening