Will of the Ancients - Vengeance Is My Vice Тексты

Dusk has fallen upon the icy plains
Feral fiends now ride the winds of hate
The silent stares of feral rage
Born into your contempt

I can see the burning of my heart
The sign that hold no shame
A flickering light on a winter's night
I lay waste to my foggy keep

I feed the wounds
Strained my heart
My soul is left
Torn apart
Madness blooms
From the past
Birth of future not to last
Rape the dreams
That you have
Lose them all on my command!

I was born on the shores of misery
I will rise
Vengeance is my vice

We were men of grandeur
Taken by the forces so foul
Made as bitter poets
Upon the stage of dismay

I feed the wounds
Strained my heart
My soul is left
Torn apart
Madness blooms
From the past
Birth of future not to last
Rape the dreams
That you have
Lose them all on my command!

I was born on the shores of misery
I will rise
Vengeance is my vice

We were men of grandeur
Taken by the forces so foul
Made as bitter poets
Upon the stage of dismay

As i stand before an altar of dreams
A view the light as the sun hits the sea
Crimson sky blood red like my hate
Visions surrounds what's been made of my fate
Burning eyes that can kill with a gaze
Waiting in treeline, a summer's haze
I remember parts of what was
This is the path i have chosen because

I was born on the shores of misery
I will rise
Vengeance is my vice

I lay awake
In days of dread
I see your face
My one regret
But as you sleep
In lover's bed
I shall be near
In discontent

We were men of grandeur
Taken by the forces so foul
Made as bitter poets
Upon the stage of dismay