Come, enter the feast, eat flesh of kings
Hands crying blood, scourge making way
Sonic its sound, destroyer comes down
Feet plant on Earth, forcing the toll
Wasting what was, reap what you sow
Hammer of death delivers the blow
Invincible throne, tormenting hate
Eyes of the god, sombering souls
Dark is the cape, a dissident's face
Holy the war, laying in wait
Lashes that burn, crucified mass
Looked for the light, but death betrays
Devil's hooked tongue, black takes away
Ashes arise, clouds of their faith
Hatred becomes the infidel's graves
Unveil thy cloak, forge the mine curse
Demon seed womb, dictator's birth
Come to conspire control of the Earth
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.