Sons of seasons - 1413

Wading through ashes
One night for the kill is all they need
Hell's children burning
Turn the law of the church into anarchy

Guardians of pilgrims
Bankers of kings

CHORUS:
Maybe they will regret it
The smell of blood is strong
Which stains on tragic night

Tears sealing the lies
On heretic's dawn

God's sign on dusty linen
Life's sworn to poverty
A holy father's drunk illusions
Commanding them to cross the sea
To dust and heat where pagans breed

Guardians of pilgrims
Bankers of kings

CHORUS:
To David's halls they wander
Bring down Jerusalem
The thirst of sickened minds

Tears sealing the lies
On heretic's dawn

All they ever feared was lies became the truth
While breaking the ties of clerical circles
Those undermined his servants' life

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Tears sealing the lies
On heretic's dawn

All they ever feared was lies became the truth
While breaking the ties of clerical circles
Those undermined his servants' life

All they ever feared was lies became the truth
While breaking the ties of clerical circles
Those undermined his servants' life

There's nothing more but silence
There's nothing more to prove
We lived a life of violence
We lived a life of pain

We're wading down the waters
Towards the bright white light
And memories of this day
Will never die