Sermon Of Swords (Official Lyric Video) | Napalm Records — POWERWOLF | караоке, минус + текст песни

Into the night on fire they walked and not one of them came back. Pray that into divine thunder they march in the wake of martyr death. Into the dome of demons they walk with the Bible in their hands. Pray that into the night of silence they fought and are strong to end their path. Forced to believe that the Heavens strike back. Lined up to die in despair. One by one, turned to dust and those onto the flag signed up and ready to swear. God given sermon of suffering. Sanctified sermon of sorts. Wake up, messiah. Sermon of sorts, we raise the pyre. Oh, we can set the night on fire. Sermon of sorts, bring sacred fever. Sermon of sorts, no unbeliever. Sermon of sorts, step back deceiver. Amen. Into the black night, sainted the sword by the Bible and the saints. Born to carry the cross for glory and fame for the Christ to die and reign. Christened to believe, holy writers in pain. Sent in to kill and bring fear. One by one, lambs and martyrs are cursed in a turn. Fallen to death, they will swear. Goddamn the sermon of sorts, bring sanctified. Sermon of sorts, wake up, messiah. Sermon of sorts, we raise the pyre. Oh, we can set the night on fire. Sermon of sorts, bring sacred fever. Sermon of sorts, no unbeliever. Sermon of sorts, step back deceiver. Amen. Sermon of sorts. Sermon of sorts. Sermon of sorts. Oh, we can set the night on fire. Sermon of sorts, bring sanctified. Sermon of sorts, wake up, messiah. Sermon of sorts, we raise the pyre. Oh, we can set the night on fire. Sermon of sorts, bring sacred fever. Sermon of sorts, no unbeliever. Sermon of sorts, step back deceiver. Amen.