Red Songtext
von Posthum

A seer of blood
A seer of evil
I am a born resistance
No more a victim
Brothers here
The desert lies always
The prey are several
I saw the expedience
The age of fear was having its wrath

Wrath


The time is closer
I will never kneel
But once at times I′ve fled from my hate
Why are you a lord
When you have a curse to bear?

Wrath

I am a follower
I'm a tyrant
The wrath of a thousand lords

I will travel this
The cold world
Forever
The world of war
Wrath