The Ten Of Swords 歌词

The vultures have been waiting To feast upon their prey With the vengeance knife This disdain for life ends today With grand anticipation The frail have been stalked Showing no remorse This lifeless corpse is forced to rock A season of starvation is at hand Has the bastard come to eat me again? Wasting, lying the famine horde If we are the nightmare, I am the ten of swords The temple has been conquered No more statues gazing on And this wretched plague of reason's wrath Quietly awaits the dawn Still the threat of starving vultures Poised for attack, under cold skies, with blinded eyes I watch my back A season of starvation is at hand Has the bastard come to eat me again? To fall away without fear of emptiness For it must take great strength to starve Wasting, lying the famine horde If we are the nightmare, I am the ten of swords [Solo: James] Still the threat of starving vultures Poised for attack, under cold skies, with blinded eyes I watch my back, with grand anticipation The frail have been stalked Showing no remorse This lifeless corpse is force to rock A season of starvation is at hand Has this bastard come to eat me again? To fall away without fear of emptiness For it must take great strength to starve