Haggard cries our holy land
wasted without a king
I found you from that withered stand
you told me its time to kill
I know you, you`re not a holy man
like wasted, you`re nothing
I curse you, you and your withered plan
you will cry just like me
here`s hell, savage, fierce and black
young blood turned to bad
strong heart, love, that`s all we lack
hells here, we cant go back
here`s hell, savage, fierce and black
young blood turned to bad
strong heart, love, that`s all we lack
hells here, we cant go back
there`s no turning back, no...