The Rain Songtext
von Brymir

As the martyrs tremble
In the fear of the torment awaiting
Their sins are looming
Turning pride to remorse for the choices made

Their righteous way is evading
From the thirst of burn at dawn
Will their God be waiting
For the son of death, the eyes about to rise?

Now feed me fighting


That way the court accused us
And sentenced us to unbearable pain
Cast the guilty one in me and send my soul away
In the howls and whispers of the dying you′ll hear them scream
Lend me the gift of death

Lend me, lend me the gift of death

Lend me, lend me the gift of death

Now
Now feed me fighting
Feed me fighting