The violent breed now takes its course
It's a team to tame the righteous
Come creeping and crawling with funny
Whispers, like a calm before the storm,
Screams of lust that takes its toll.
Blood and tears, rhythm and rapture.
The violent breed now sets its mark
An ensemble of twelve out of the dark
An ensemble of twelve, sent to set the seeds of hatred,
They believe in the past the power of pain
And the wisdom sent from the one eyed mighty god
They will bring all humble lambs to the slaughter
The priest and his daughter, none forgotten all dead
Just as the one eyed wise man said.
Cause the holy doctrine will never be reprived
For leaving our fathers dead and deceived.
All dreams dies at dawn, all but this one.
An evelasting heathen rage that knows what's
To be done. An ensemble of twelve will fight
Till they've won.