Echoes of the Trumpets Songtext
von Stillbirth
Echoes of the Trumpets Songtext
All eyes directed to the entry gate
The crowd is greedy for this fucking madness
Trumpets adumbrate the ultimate carnage
The unpredictable is rendering you powerless
On the emperor staying
The leader, the king
Heed his words and the violence they bring
Silence spreads among the
Audience while they are
Waiting for the baleful rendition
Let the games begin
Sounds so deep that you can feel it
Let the games begin
Frenzy spilled over the bystanders
Move your ass, it′s time to die
Cross the point of no return
You are entering a ruthless world
Without remorse, you can smell the death
Only seconds left
To realise the insanity
Don't regret your brutal deeds
Obscure creatures entering the ring
Kissed by the gorgeousness of controlled evolution
Merciless and raving mad
Only blood can feed their thirst
Every imaginable kind of warrior
Is trying to climb up the ladder of glory
You are trapped in a case of dog eat dog
Body parts flying into the audience
The shredder is grinding through the meat
The kill counter is rising fast
One down, the next mutated waiting for his turn
Waiting for his turn
It seems like a never ending
Supply of fresh meat
Delivered on a tray
To the raging crowd
The crowd is greedy for this fucking madness
Trumpets adumbrate the ultimate carnage
The unpredictable is rendering you powerless
On the emperor staying
The leader, the king
Heed his words and the violence they bring
Silence spreads among the
Audience while they are
Waiting for the baleful rendition
Let the games begin
Sounds so deep that you can feel it
Let the games begin
Frenzy spilled over the bystanders
Move your ass, it′s time to die
Cross the point of no return
You are entering a ruthless world
Without remorse, you can smell the death
Only seconds left
To realise the insanity
Don't regret your brutal deeds
Obscure creatures entering the ring
Kissed by the gorgeousness of controlled evolution
Merciless and raving mad
Only blood can feed their thirst
Every imaginable kind of warrior
Is trying to climb up the ladder of glory
You are trapped in a case of dog eat dog
Body parts flying into the audience
The shredder is grinding through the meat
The kill counter is rising fast
One down, the next mutated waiting for his turn
Waiting for his turn
It seems like a never ending
Supply of fresh meat
Delivered on a tray
To the raging crowd
Writer(s): Lukas Swiaczny Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com