Towards The Dying Sun We March lyrics

From the blood of the earth

From its sacred soil

That alters a spell

Contorting with the stars of revenge

Come forth, martyrs of the underworld!

Blessed, but thou are not!

Cruel godhead, thy child, and in the world for so long

Its expression I draw out and march towards the sun

Unleashing force

Can't stop me now!

Born of the seas

The setting tides confine reality

Between future ov the living, perdition I dwell

Anointed by blissful hypocria that never ends!

In unyielding expression of selflessness

Where I dare to challenge thy gravity

Thus, speaks the nature of my ways

Thus, the true light illuminates!

Here lie limitless sins ov eminence

Where valiant boats implode, drifts the world netherwards

Standing with face of hell, lest we flog what's crucified

I shall layeth with my soul to rest, until I reach the sun's might!

• Artist:Behemoth
• Album:Xiądz