Stigmata - March Of The Saints lyrics

Shut your eyes for they will burn The sun will spit its charring rays Whike the hoards begin their march Shut your ears; for their drums will burst The shouts and screams of the multitudes, prepare yourself For the worst Daylight will fade Memories erased Nothing remains Fading to grey More plagues to silence your suffering March of the Gods – The March of the Saints Shield your skin for it shall peel See the hungry jackals come to tear you limb by limb Burn the day, darkened light Feed those thirst memories that come to haunt your life Daylight will fade Memories erased Nothing remains Fading to grey More plagues to silence your suffering March of the Gods – The March of the Saints I will not be led astray again I will not be led astray again Come cast your shadow before me Isn't it flesh so unworthy? Time and space have now betrayed me Lost forever in a black hole reverie