מילים לשיר The Warprophet Dreams – Throes Of Dawn

Under the constellations of ruin Under the cruelest crescents to witness
They march with the pearly tearflow Hollow troops of Yersinia pestis
following their path Natures own misanthropic art
under the circle of the stars The warprophet dreams of triumphants of desolation
the dreamswarm of locusts the armada of dragonflies Natures gift the sweet kiss of the death elemental Perfect design
for human demise in the warprophet's dreams "There they come: the Assailants of tomorrow
In silent rows they ride Wearing the emblems of sorrow Despairs shadows falling
from their eyes empty as their black hearts Their armours hammered from the fallen stars This the bitter battalion
of retribution:".