A / Aasgard / Through The Years Of Rats, I Fed With Fires
Hark now insipided pussies, How treasonous tongues poison Now at the return of the tide, Witness the signs of warfare
I blasphemed with archaic truths, As their eyes stared dormantly Kept spreading the same words, Cursed be the misery of love
My words are, the voice of chaos, Gloried is, the essence of hate Doomed shall be, the world of men, The years of rats, I fed with fires
The revelation night is here, Tonight I sleep with eternity Alone I lived alienated, No need for rats beside me
I am the great wanderer, The one carrying the vernal smell I am the great wanderer, Like the torch gleaming by night
My words are, the voice of chaos, Gloried is, the essence of hate Doomed shall be, the world of men, The years of rats, I fed with fires
I blasphemed with archaic truths, As their eyes stared dormantly Kept spreading the same words, Cursed be the misery of love
I am the great wanderer, The one carrying the vernal smell I am the great wanderer, Like the torch gleaming by night
Keeping the keys of knowledge, I am forever I praise the apocalypse, Through the ages eternal Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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