Slave takes some rest after a thousand years. Distracts his mind with the deep blue sky. Uncertain future does not bother our victim, But his enormous will to fly.
Wise man once told me, life is endless sodomy. Yet there are those who fight for the divine light There has been a war of eternal centuries Against all those creating our doom!
The essence of the cosmic waste is what will lock our door to outer space Confusion of the greatest minds will be on their cold ways to cease our race
Scavenger of human faith will be an iron wing flying sans our control Created for theatrical spectacle to bless our soul with pride of Doomsday coming since day one!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
