Tomb of the Thracians - At The Throne Of Judgment

There is silence;

It is treasured most above the world and in space

It is an arcane ghost

Recognize it’s gorgeous face

Untouched by those

Who have befallen to the hands of hatred

Welcome to the Tombs of the Thracians

Barbaric accords and struggle aboard

«Oh Blasphemy!

We cry

And it’s a blunder undoing this world

Standing higher than the mountains

Surrounding our decaying gates

We stay true to our cause

Like the few and honorable

Would have done to us in this world

There is silence;

It is treasured most above the world and in space

It is an arcane ghost

Recognize it’s gorgeous face

Untouched by those

Who have befallen to the hands of hatred

Walking down the city’s streets

We collaborate with words of revolution

And not without the words to;

The strength to talk in gold

Cherish what’s ours to come

Fight for this struggle won

And breathe for a united one

As we change the world

Cherish what’s ours to come

Fight for this struggle won

And breathe for a united one

Cherishing the Lost assort to the faces that I loathe

Cherish what’s ours to come

Fight for the struggle won

As we change this world without one gun