Final War - Besatt

Like a river Unceasingly From the source Reaches destination Like a Burning Flame Restlessly From a spark Devours all In the recesses of my soul Vengeance is bo

In the times of moral fall Times of mayhem, filth and false Your life was a battle-field A ship at the high seas Your words were not forgotten They still echo i

A prophetic dream Awakens evil My thoughts All around you I feel power Blood imprint I will give vent To my hatred The symbols of cross go up in flames Christia