Paroles de Vintage Warlords

Ghosts from the past Two of them in flesh Sailed across the seas The ultimate invasion Cause of deprecation Storming the fields Of a hostile kingdom And absurdity In the minds of the deranged Are the laws of holiness To be re-arranged Morbid messenger of god In sonic warfare Sets the rites of immortal And a burden to bear Restless souls preventing sleep Craved by the tired eyes Forgotten ones Of the lost decade About to lose another one Forgotten ones Of the lost decade About to lose another one And all shall decay For the unholy grail Roaming fifty leagues a day Bless the corpses of the past Who rose upon the dawn In the minds of the deranged Are the laws of holiness To be re-arranged Morbid messenger of god In sonic warfare Sets the rites of immortal And a burden to bear For vintage warlords