We Have No Choice We Are the Followers. No Questions Asked.

Find Us in a Dust

Beyond the Sorrow

Nasty Bestial Tales of a Legion

Here We Are Misjudged and in a Chains

And the Tears Are Pouring Down Our Wounded Chests

Floating Doors Are Opening Corridors in Our Eyes

Fear is Timeless and Covered in Blood

They Are Praying the Mortals to Take Us to Their Journey

And the Silent Blade is Cutting Through a Flesh

The Faster They Are Growing, the Slower They Are to Be Blamed