Sons Of Seasons - 1413

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Wading through ashes
One night for the kill is all they need
Hell’s children burning
Turn the law of the church into anarchy
Guardians of pilgrims
Bankers of kings
Maybe they will regret it
The smell of blood is strong
Which stains on tragic night
Tears sealing the lies
On heretic’s dawn
God’s sign on dusty linen
Life’s sworn to poverty
A holy father’s drunk illusions
Commanding them to cross the sea
To dust and heat where pagans breed
Guardians of pilgrims
Bankers of kings
To David’s halls they wander
Bring down Jerusalem
The thirst of sickened minds
Tears sealing the lies
On heretic’s dawn
All they ever feared was lies became the truth
While breaking the ties of clerical circles
Those undermined his servants' life
Tears sealing the lies
On heretic’s dawn
All they ever feared was lies became the truth
While breaking the ties of clerical circles
Those undermined his servants' life
All they ever feared was lies became the truth
While breaking the ties of clerical circles
Those undermined his servants' life
There’s nothing more but silence
There’s nothing more to prove
We lived a life of violence
We lived a life of pain
We’re wading down the waters
Towards the bright white light
And memories of this day
Will never die