The Hand Of The Heretic Lyrics

Black skies and freezing breeze from their souls

Storm rips the roots of holy harvest

Moon in our eyes, reflects the past life

And darkness after the light

In the ruins of mighty halls

There is a pile of skulls of so-called gods

Inhale the madness and memories so cold

Our land of dim light, surrounded by ravens

And ash of our burning home

Tear down the gates of joy

Absorbed into the black future

The hand of the heretic

Legions of Haeresis

The hand of the heretic

Legions of dusk

This wind brings back grief and heaven is burning bright

Faceless legions on their way

Carrying the mark of the serpent

Erase the past

Let them burn

Erase the past

Black skies and freezing breeze from their souls

Storm rips the roots of holy harvest

Moon in our eyes, reflects the past life

And darkness after the light

In the ruins of mighty halls

There is a pile of skulls of so-called gods

The hand of the heretic

Legions of Haeresis

The hand of the heretic

Legions of dusk and terror

Let them burn

Erase the past

Let them burn