WELCOME TO THY IRONIC WAR

[Intro]

“In Nottingham, we haveth thwarthed onto sland'rous impudency, floreclosed of endeavours of him - The Devil’s deed. In a aged decency, we remain sailing on theses fabulas for those to whom creed in Lord. As much we substimate his intenth, many all of our men haveth forgot them stories…”

Ein Zwei, Tri Two Eight Catre Six Dva…

(Apocalypse: 1:2 - 3:2 - 8:4 - 6:2)…

[Lyrics]

Is it what thou came to show?

Surrendered faces vanished our foes,

Whilst men strives to killing undoes,

Amongst crippled houses death is sown!

It doesn’t matter whether youngster nor old,

Settled the prize by which we were sold.

Blaspheme to glory what they untold,

What God’s adviser said turns into gold!

[Chorus]

Breaking the cradle of night,

Wrought from those gleaned-eyes

Prone to self doubting.

Sleeving out their lies.

Hoping to be safe,

As it no more…

Lyrics: Yossuf Miligran Almalik