Sleep shattered by screams of horror from distance beholding the wielder of scythe he points me to follow
through frozen ground towards the saddest of sounds reaching for something that has never been witnessed
this is the time of the last winter night under the cold staring moon they sacrifice to the king of light
next to death I watch the sight he smiles audience of dead trees asking why? tonight ..
.. Satan shows his might selling all, they burn their own children begging for god...
to rescue their souls stabbing each other people die and slaughter around human bonfire the time has come... for morbid sun!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
