Woorden:
Damnation Might Returns

the thick mist Walls covered with shadow bathed in the purple of the sun Master's throne wrapped in the attire of the ancient lords Might returned to

eternal eclipse and low tide Voices from the grave on shore were heard Sacrificial rites damnation impurity whispered by the wind of the sun All might

Thy return in brightness Total annihilation, damnation fell to dust War of Armageddon, obliteration is a must King of kings, the earth tremble for Thy might

are burning still Temptated by the night to spread hate and fear We're the revenge the blackest, Their souls in our prey Storms of evil, thunder and might

like Mumia verbal diarrhoea creating chasms between the souls of two or two billion nations torn apart station to station damnation with much deliberation and very little consideration to the return

lyrics by Lord Mystic] Listening to the wolves in this cold winter night, This night we start our battle with pride, Their time has come... Return to

comprehend your actions! I offered you sweet oblivion, and instead you have chosen tortuous damnation! [THE KING:] I would sooner suffer damnation a

Part One: "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"] A peaceful town down by the lake A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said Quite prosperous one might

framed like Mumia verbal diarrhoea creating chasms between the souls of two or two billion nations torn apart station to station damnation with much deliberation and very little consideration to the return