Shadows of night embrace Сrowds of wandered hearts With fog of hollow hopes They're marching on the road With dead end for so long Following their lord There is no sorrow in their eyes Only thirst of cult And pack of the wolves Feel lech for blood Diamonds of their souls Are scratched by knives of empty words, False prophets, and cruel gods Clouds of the crows flying Over their heads Staring at them with vulture sight There is no sorrow in their eyes Only thirst of cult And pack of the wolves Fell lech for blood All crossroads were missed And there is no shadow of doubt Crowds of the damned Follow their lord X2