The New Blood - Crocell

In the city of the damned all time stands still

The distant bleak horizon bodes ill

The wind is roaring ominously

The peoples pray sacrilegiously

Tron from the power of the sovereign

The nooses tighten around their necks

And everything fades away with time

All is grey

The storm approaches, the rain begins to fall

They know that it’s the doom of them all

The war is coming

Beliefs are falling

I feel my urge to join the slaughter

Be one with the euphoria

Torn from the power of the sovereign

The nooses tighten around their necks

And everything fades away with time

All is grey

In the city of the damned all time stands still

The distant bleak horizon bodes ill