Fremor - Neverland

One day in the mourning hall
Where the powerful one rest
The shine of his life
Begins to disappear
With the ashes
Of a living revolution
Is he searching
For a conclusion in death?

And now in pain he thinks
In the way to make someone pay
The one who put his divinity
In the scale of purity
And now he will suffer
A living hell

Like the rising sun
We’ll burn the shadows of the world
With this our hand
We’ll punish the evil inside your heart
Rushing like the wind
We’ll fall upon you all, fall upon traitors soul

Bloody heaven, bloody drops
The white of a legion
Stain the revenge
Like a holy cause
Blinded for a crumbling empire
Of all those who follow
Without ask

Immortal force of the sacred guardians
Riding the sky
Shall slay the perversion
Of their unholy soul
With the righteous torture
As a guide

Like the rising sun
We’ll burn the shadows of the world
With this our hand
We’ll punish the evil inside your heart
Rushing like the wind
We’ll fall upon you all, fall upon traitors soul