Haggard cries our holy land wasted without a king I found you from that withered stand you told me its time to kill I know you, you`re not a holy man like wasted, you`re nothing I curse you, you and your withered plan you will cry just like me here`s hell, savage, fierce and black young blood turned to bad strong heart, love, that`s all we lack hells here, we cant go back here`s hell, savage, fierce and black young blood turned to bad strong heart, love, that`s all we lack hells here, we cant go back there`s no turning back, no...