Blood of Lions by Krisiun Lyrics
See me coming from beyond the mortal light
Flying high on the wings of the cursed time
Here it comes like a deadly thunderstorm
Decimating my enemies at dawn
Here I stand and draw a line
My existence remains undivine
Predator of the rising sun, for I fear no one
Ruler of the open steppe, vultures flying upon my path
Blood of lions, rushing thru my veins
Pumping the coldness of my heart
Blood of lions, rushing thru my veins
In death or victory, isolated integrity
Blood of lions, rushing thru my veins
Blood of lions
Here I come at the speed of a murderer sound
Riding fast on the wings of an infernal war
In my world only evil glorifies, the ways of chaos to purify
Procreated on a killing ground
Animalized, baptized in blood
My brotherhood I defend and fight for
I praise no lord, my destination is eternal war
Blood of lions, blood of lions
Ruled by the madness of vindication, collector of countless assassinations
In a mortal dawn of punishment, thru the valley of pale death
The breed of my foes I devour and despise
Born to be cruel, not kind
Here I stand and draw a line
My existence remains undivine
Flying high on the wings of the cursed time
Here it comes like a deadly thunderstorm
Decimating my enemies at dawn
Here I stand and draw a line
My existence remains undivine
Predator of the rising sun, for I fear no one
Ruler of the open steppe, vultures flying upon my path
Blood of lions, rushing thru my veins
Pumping the coldness of my heart
Blood of lions, rushing thru my veins
In death or victory, isolated integrity
Blood of lions, rushing thru my veins
Blood of lions
Here I come at the speed of a murderer sound
Riding fast on the wings of an infernal war
In my world only evil glorifies, the ways of chaos to purify
Procreated on a killing ground
Animalized, baptized in blood
My brotherhood I defend and fight for
I praise no lord, my destination is eternal war
Blood of lions, blood of lions
Ruled by the madness of vindication, collector of countless assassinations
In a mortal dawn of punishment, thru the valley of pale death
The breed of my foes I devour and despise
Born to be cruel, not kind
Here I stand and draw a line
My existence remains undivine