Текст песни Ad Mortem Festinamus

March of the million butchered souls Offering weakness and being controlled Filling the pages, summon the crows Forward to death is the only goal Paving a path of confusion and lies No way to stop, no one cares about your cries While God is dying you foresee the truth There's only regret, no one to blame but you Rain is maiming the flesh Skin's open wide Blood is pouring through mud Can't run, can't hide Howling of one thousand storms Lightning strikes Rain of fire falls Suffer your life March of the million butchered souls Offering weakness and being controlled Filling the pages, summon the crows Forward to death is the only goal Rain is maiming the flesh Skin's open wide Blood is pouring through mud Can't run, can't hide Howling of one thousand storms Lightning strikes Rain of fire falls Suffer your life Paving a path of confusion and lies No way to stop, no one cares about your cries While God is dying you foresee the truth There's only regret, no one to blame but you