Lies catholic faith, american pride, marital vows, the perfect bride fallin' in love, trust in man, someday you'll understand blood runs deeper, equal
love such as that which I exhibit for my practice The factor which then amalgamates the baits with straight-jackets and ROBES Huddled in brackets that blacken
Warrior's prid in God's service My sword for the Almighty's voice Fighting and winning, I proved my faith Quickly my prayers disappeared Blackened by
When Thou were raptured by Elohim's Hand Tears bedimmed Thy ebony Eyes Former Things now passed away No Sorrow, no more Woe In Blackened Moon, in Twilight
A Creature with burning Heart, bearing in my essential Spirit the Flame of Perpetuality Pass the Gate and follow me into the Realm of Pride and Glory
curse) the black crown of the Shadow-King! By all the dark gods, I swear I'll not be dethroned! A seething forest of blackened blades, A churning sea
the myriad torches and braziers which still burned about the Imperial Host. And behind them were drawn of the legendary Legion of the Ebon Tiger, Pride
all without taking the fall so you bottle it down attempting to stall. But the indelible rage that you accrue in your mind presents itself in your wife?s blackened
good and evil I know right between, there's no borderline This is the punishment divine Surrounded by night, I've been offered insight There is none but the sin of pride
What of this being - wants to sense of pride So shall we breed - across the lands Where are our gods we so simply perceive What of this place - so blackened
the ancient light Unblessed darkness burning still In hell I will touch my soul Thy my kingdom has risen with pride Cold scars and blackened rivers
in Fire - To take revenge Released from your hands I am growing Stronger - You watched me fall Now watch me rise with pride and Desire - To kill my god
SOUL. I HAVE GIVEN YOU MY MORTAL LIFE I WEAR YOUR MARKS WITH PRIDE. YOU WERE THE RAZOR IN MY FLESH NOW TAKE MY BLACKENED SOUL. ENRICH ME WITH THE POWERS
Flesh My Blackened Edges; still they were Sharp Honoured by the Carnal Herds but asketh thou: Closed are the Gates? My Mind cut my Winged Weapons and Teeth that was my Pride
cellar dry Well, bloody my nose And blacken my eye If it ain't some young Turk In search of a fight And chanticleer's chest Is sagging with pride For
we are eternal, we are immortal There is a trace of glory in our hands Majestic and wild, we stand and we fight Soon your blackened pride will be fading
long ago [Solo: Jens] Yeah - we are eternal we are immortal A trace of glory in our hands Majestic and wild We stand and we fight [Solo: Jens] Soon your blackened pride
