Dawn Comeslow - Joel Mckerrow Y The Mysterious Few Lyrics

I swallow ground dust
my bloody sprinkled hands
powerlessly squeeze the sword of ancestors.
I feel no pain, no sorrow any more
sweet dark of unconsciousness
covers my mind like dim curtains of distress tears
trickling down to an abyss of terror.
Bloody dawn of pain
accompanies the arrival of dark riders
who come as forerunners of death.
Burned land is covered with
bones of those who passed away
eternity took them all
in minds of enslaved
just memory remains.
Flood of tears awakes the dark of centuries
human terror enlarges immortality of dark riders.
Bloody dawn of pain
accompanies the arrivals of dark riders
who come as forerunners of death.