Текст песни A Breath Of Apocalypse

The infected smell of a turning tide
Winds blow cold for the petrified
Who should glow up in flames and turn ash into dust
I can hear your prayer call, what a pityfull lust

I see you faint, I see you die
I spot a glimpse in the burning sky
I nail the book of which you feed
I watch you suffer I watch you bleed

The cult is gathered for the final round
The cross shall burn to the abysmal ground
But the flame that will burn shall never be seen
I can smell the future, the oblivion dream

Chain of Royal forgotten blood
Is sealed under the rose of loveIskald - A Breath Of Apocalypse - http://ru.motolyrics.com/iskald/a-breath-of-apocalypse-lyrics.html
Whispers from the deepest core
Speak of Revelation, the time of lore

I see you faint, I see you die
I spot a glimpse in the burning sky
I nail the book of which you feed
I watch you suffer I watch you bleed

Rotten blood from head to feet
They who doesn't count their reap
The pride of what they do is shame
I shall walk the path of pain

Fear carved once in flesh
By the grails mighty nest
A wind bring fourth the greatest fire
A breath of Apocalypse as I desire