Agony Lords

Don't cry your lost - because your warriors are
enraged with hell
don't pretend to be the beast - because you'll
only hear mighty names of ancient times

Time, where pride was the price of death
Death, supreme warrior for the centuries to come

War - that's the simple word to kill useless images
Blood - that's the river of everlasting bloody tears
Embrace the blade that killed the weakest soul of heaven
Sing to the new symbol of darkness - at last with us

On your knees scum - is the dark's knight blood
On your knees weak souls - that is the dark's knight blood

Don't speak the lies that curse
the land where we were gods
Force embrace us - hang the time we left behind
Blood of our land, our choice to be
the sun of the damned
With pride we take our place between
the cursed race of darkness

With pride I take the blood of saints
To be the lord of the ancient time
The knight that embrace the blade
That kill the weakest soul of heaven

Don't cry your lost because your warriors are enraged
With hell!