Four thousand years, the seed of doom Has waited in the shadows The suffocation of my embryonic tomb Out of the bliss that forms the unity of destruction Cathedral spires, crosses, glisten in the moon
Spawn of the ash Kiss of the thorn Spawn of the ash Darkness reborn
Two thousand angels burning As they reach their new damnation When morning breaks the demons blinded by the sun The wisdom of the ages left without a sign or reason Your words are black and cold, your angels dead and gone
And as I lay awake Afraid to ponder more on this dreamt I am amused at your thought of an afterlife Toil as the fiery crust of your salvation burns away Exposing faiths frailty consumed For we are dead And you are lost Forevermore
Six thousand demons rising out of the abyss of fire My eyes bear testimony to legions of the dead Hellfire burns erase the record of your own existence Shatter the afterlife you face another endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
