Paroles de Crown Of Locusts

There's a method in the tyrant's madness Cold blood on the hands of time A dark plague on your tainted wisdom Abhorraton of your hearts and minds Usurpation of the rights of mankind Genesis or a new dark age Clouds form like a crown of locusts Heavens open with the burning rain New dawn, new day New crown, new way New blood, new breath New life, new death Annhilation of those who stand defiant is found Where scores of carrion rise from under burial grounds Rise from the mist Clenched iron fist Born to the steel In for the kill The domination of man will bring the world to its knees And leave the rule of the crown to spread malicious disease Rise from the mist Clenched iron fist Born to the steel In for the kill