The power, the pride and the hateful grace Are predominant traits in the reign of greats My will is to slave all of weaker kind The one with the strength is only I Thy will is to die once I lay my eyes Upon your slight effort to end my life Indignity followed by greet of death An honor fit for the shameful deaf
Into black, into divine Into black, into divine
And the slither of black through the veins Is the entrance to meet eternal ways Of violence, of death and the glorious days To overcome miserable human fates I crush you with fist of no innocence Compassion is not on my legend of sense Wrath is a word of true underrate Of black flame inside fueled by hate
Approaching the end of the end of times I slay with no wavering of the mind To kill is to live is the real divine The enchantment of death, touch out of life Say your weak sayings come out of lies The help of unreal will not grasp your cries Your resistance a droplet in a sea Accept your demise, a pending defeat
A true force I can not control A mighty force I let triumph A grim great I embrace tight A solid strength I never will denyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
