Wreaking Havoc

Stream, away existence Modern comforts are pain Need, purposeful hope The crows glide awful routes Tricked to summon a venom from the dark ages Wreckenings fathoming future homes Concerning the frightened foes Justify wrong convictions Lust and greed cause them pain Seek a better solution Frozen nights disturbing truth Hidden by sermons of victims of the dark ages Disturbances wreaking havoc And a row of beaten fallen foes