Begone, portal to the light The gates are being sealed
Delusions, devious and foul Abolished and revoked
A burning codex, torn from the weak, from frail arms and trembling hands Pages wilting, the symbols buried The past shall be but a hollow tomb A tomb, of eternal remorse. And history will follow, in our wake
wake of ascension
Temple of the new light A beacon in the darkest of hours We, the vanguards of the new dawn, emerging for the meek
Millennia of heresy Ages of subjugation All the blood for nought All the strife now voidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
