Last Will - Enthroned

Listen, the insane sound of my last thoughts

Like cut-throat your mind and darken my eyes

Rule all directions, turn Altar to grave

Sacrifice on reasons and catch the will of men

…And under all rodies, the enslaved nature is done

The hunger for insanity spring through everything

Raise the arms forged in misfortune

BReak the silence from far away and their mysteries

I’am the onte who’ll take the Path

From below in sulphurg landscapes

Where hope can never dwell

Rule all directions, turn altars to grave

Sacrifice on reasons and catch the will of men

Raise the arms forged in misfortune

BReak the silence from far away and their mysteries