The Last of the Mohicans / The Kiss

de Celestial Aeon Project

We are the sons of fire and thunder
We ride through the mist we torch and we plunder
Untamed our horses no saddles no reins
Black is the blood that runs in our veins

Soon the doomed will rise
Greed is your demise

The time has now come to reap what you sow
Feeding your lies back down your throat
Ravenous flames the thoughts in our minds
We’ll spit on the grave of the last of your kind

Now the hunter will
The prey become and kneel

Broken dead bodies
Telling our tale
Lifeless their eyes
Stares of dismay
Too late to repent
For the deeds of your past

We are the sons of thunder and fire
We bring the end to your God’s desire
Ravenous flames burn in our eyes
While raising the knife for the last sacrifice

Now the hunter is
The prey, hear how he screams

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