Paroles de The Chosen

We gather in a circle, and stand before the chasm We cast not a shadow, holding torches high in vain We embrace the mist, throw our torches in the void We bring about the endtime, vow the earth to be destroyed Father rises proudly from the world's end Mankind writhing like filth in his caring hand Father has the keys, he's returned from the dead To bring his sons to victory, and bring men to an end... Brothers disregard your robes, cast down your damned disguise He read from the book and proudly fell, he met the father's eyes