March For Glory And Revenge

The pain of flesh will squeeze you The torment of soul will put you to death Rome will rise, Rome is eternal Obey our Gods, bastards of Jahve Longinus... Your spear will raise the wrath Longinus... Weapon of raging force We feel the anger the voice o

Fading shadow of time We will gather again Die with hope in the heart Deathwish, thirst for pain Clouds rise above the land Proud Wind, blow with rage The world is under my will Will to rule, will to conquer Hear the lamentation of kings Once they we