Letras
Hit the ground running
Winning in our way
Stabbing at the
Scabs of the ancient way
Two snakes in the back
Four gaining control
Black lightning lightning from the shore
We are reclaiming our home
Awake in the sand
We rise from the tombs
Armada sinking in the scorn
Seeking the tomb
New wind of Isis
Radiant waiting
Hit the ground running
Stabbing at the
Like ghosts from the past
We rise from the tombs
Black armor lightning from the shore
We rise from the gloom
Stealthy we tread
Under the moons
Armada sinking in the scorn
Seeking the tomb
New wind of Isis
Radiant waiting
New wind of Isis
Radiant waiting to ride
Hit the ground running
Winning in our way
Stabbing at the
Scabs of the ancient way
