Conquerors letra

The die is cast, your ferry waits,
genuflect, your match is met,
like Charlemagne come to say the grace,
with Saxony to be razed: I haven't come to stay.

Conquerors lay before my turned thumb,
if I say pallbearers will march you off this earth:
it is done.

Mark me, a sign of the end comes,
there will be no threnody,
no four horsemen riding out,
just an unfurling of my black flag.

Galt Aureus - Letras

• Citadels
• Coming Down
• Conquerors
• Drop The Match
• Eight
• Fallen On The Front Lines
• Fallen On The Front Lines
• Is There Anyone Left?
• My Lips Are Sealed
• Our Own Versailles
• Shining Apollo
• The Armada
• The Beautiful Longing Words
• The Cavalcade
• The Glass Of Fashion
• The Haunted Mind
• The Queen Of Blades
• This One
• You Don't Want To Find Out Too Late