Letra de ' Tempest ' de DIS

As the waves beat down upon our battered earth
and while the light of man begins it's waiver
the darkness ascends
illuminated by the glow of the morning star

Fail is the word the we cannot allow
in these times when the stakes mean death
Burn in the ways of old that are broken
the faith in one will not deliver the flock

The spiral spear is only an icon of the dead past...
May it lay... May it Rot...
The lessons of the wise had fallen upon tainted ears
bourne to feed the graey's treachery

The red must come to arms
In the lay of the river and spare the enemy no mercy
for it is our home that we must win
it is of our lot to defend

Defeat is the word in which we can not believe
in this place of war and sodomy
Whilst high above our brethren is engaged in war
and below the tempest strikes it's blow

RISE!

This is our war, this our time,
RISE! RISE!
This is our place, this is our lot
RISE! RISE!
This is our grace, This is our sorrow
RISE! RISE!
This is the time for the red to come to arms

And in the midst of debauchery and other mindless things
the drones fall victim to their pride and inadequacy

The church has been made by man
and has no power as it is mortal
So solumn the cries of weakness
Spewing from the herd of Adam
Inherit your place in the world damned

(So black is the heart of the smitten sheep, the disparity divine
The shepard is the fable, the red become prime
The war has come upon you, the worthless walking meat
The end product of perpetuation is defeat)

As the waves beat down upon our battered earth
and while the light of man begins it's waiver
the darkness ascends
illuminated by the glow of the morning star

The red must come to arms
In the lay of the river and spare the enemy no mercy
for it is our home that we must win
it is of our lot to defend