Descended into hell, the hall of the serpents Burning in terror, in the abysmal shadow Hostile to your god, replete by torment Eternally at hell's gates Where worms dwell, unparalleled hate Bound by the chains of torture Abject and wretched Alone on the road of exile Hear the cries from the fires of the abyss Behold, the lamentations of men Wyrmsele! Wyrmsele!
Grown to love the feeling of torment The Great Emptiness the scars of my soul...
All I feel is darkness Becoming nothingness
The creator is I, Conceived by the flames
Descended into hell, the hall of the serpents Burning in terror, in the abysmal shadow
Where worms dwell, unparalleled hate Bound by the chains of torture Abject and wretched
Alone on the road of exile Hear the cries from the fires of the abyss Behold, the lamentations of men Wyrmsele! Wyrmsele!
Grown to love the feeling of torment The Great Empytness
All I feel is darkness Becoming nothingness
The creator is I, Conceived by the flamesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
