1413 - Sons Of Seasons

Wading through ashes

One night for the kill is all they need

Hell’s children burning

Turn the law of the church into anarchy

Guardians of pilgrims

Bankers of kings

Maybe they will regret it

The smell of blood is strong

Which stains on tragic night

Tears sealing the lies

On heretic’s dawn

God’s sign on dusty linen

Life’s sworn to poverty

A holy father’s drunk illusions

Commanding them to cross the sea

To dust and heat where pagans breed

Guardians of pilgrims

Bankers of kings

To David’s halls they wander

Bring down Jerusalem

The thirst of sickened minds

Tears sealing the lies

On heretic’s dawn

All they ever feared was lies became the truth

While breaking the ties of clerical circles

Those undermined his servants' life

Tears sealing the lies

On heretic’s dawn

All they ever feared was lies became the truth

While breaking the ties of clerical circles

Those undermined his servants' life

All they ever feared was lies became the truth

While breaking the ties of clerical circles

Those undermined his servants' life

There’s nothing more but silence

There’s nothing more to prove

We lived a life of violence

We lived a life of pain

We’re wading down the waters

Towards the bright white light

And memories of this day

Will never die