circle (metal band) - the guiding hand of death كلمات الأغنية

as we wade through
the fields stained red
the servants of war
so poorly mislead

sow the seed
war came to sell
watch as the blood
poisons our wells

watch as our choice
our vengeful vice
will soon bring ashes to fall
the dark clouds looming
close overhead
the black hate of the gods

filling our lungs
burning our flesh
the penance for gluttony and gall
one by one, drowning our young
burning black blood we fall

slowly
soft as the wind
no louder than the drop of a pin

robed in
fabric of the night sky
leading his ethereal steed to my side

death he was
come to claim my soul
come to remove me from this blackened world

as for the night
that night held no stars
vacant, empty, this fate was ours

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