Postmortem tales - Swordmaster

Metal shores and seas of bronze, magic spirit heart of doom

Electric rain and rotting flesh, chiming bells of solid bone

Welcome to the festival?

raising Cain

Sarcasm and scorn as the serpent uncoils

You’ve come to taste death and the sentence of stone

Iron chains and colossal chaos — enslaving for the power of death

Evoke the evolution?

now draped in sharp thorns of metal

Welcome to the festival?

raising Cain

Sarcasm and scorn as the serpent uncoils

You’ve come to taste death and the sentence of stone

Unleash a will

To bring that venomous wind a heart of ist own

And to end

The dream spared from a haunting forse

Rip what’s lionized

Speak with the tongue of pure abomination

Raise the fists

Nail the centre of the enemy’s eye, O yeah!

You face the face of punishment?

of fears unveiled by the end

We taste the wind by chaos cursed and watch the blades still their thirst

Sodomized and victimized

Postmortem tales?

speak for the dead

Sodomized and victimized

Postmortem tales?

speak for the dead

Living Cain?

everreign

Postmortem place?

blood's got to be shed