Текст песни: Under Scythian Command + перевод

Rusty sword brings a certain death

A fatal seed on the summit of my lost breath

I dread to see — it’s summoned to me

For us the shortest straw!

Now!

Fever and Plague on the circle of their death

Fever and Plague in the wells of death

Fever and Plague and the symbols of death

And a waning Moon rests on their soul locked by a demon — tight

A battle song — better hold on tight

Galloping fast — vindictive souls

Absolved of carnage under their mother’s sight

Blessed be their magic soul and their magic sight

And Metis' song is nothing to me

I want the throne and no gods over me!

And now!

Fever and blades in the circle of their death

Screams from my just sword are soaring

Justice of fear this is almost as a Curse!

Take a mother’s son — summon the Moon

Words sung — in the dark

Commanding death!

Their souls in a circle of death

And no one sees that there’s not enough breath of life

With their toy swords coming to me

Another failed assault

The just sword summoned to me

Another scene of blood — with lust I rub it on me

The shoal and the Seven doth fall

And they shall die!

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