Fenris - Suffering Predestined Тексты

Erase the prophecies untold
Of a suffering predestined
No virtue of law
In this chaotic frenzy

Once on the throne,
Now the end of my reign
Desolate thoughts on my future remain
Thus weak and bereaved,
I bow my head in shame

Blessings upon the ways of the martyr
No saviour is he,
to perish alone

Once on the throne
Of my glorious past,
It will come again

In numbers unseen
I shall seek my revenge
Like storms from the north
To sweep through your realm
The signs of your gods
Have forsaken thee

Shrouded in seasonal darkness
Shattered a history of faith
Forlorn a history of faith
Forlorn echoing the power
Serenades of trivial space