In purple twilight I stand On the Hill of Fate Too much absence In the deep well of my soul My rue was made to drown
Apostle of broken souls Chains with his words the weak heart He's just a grinded dead idol in the dust But came back to life by his slaves
The Paradise has been lost forever Just the Sin remains The greatest evil of all Smiles from the Mirror
The demon of cabal on mankind Hearts eaten by the Golden reptile Brand new form of Principle - disconcerted mind With technocratic desolation inside Of the material delight
Old victim on modern altar Prestidigitation is a trick of Necromancer
The faceless faces looked up the sky Waiting for the apocalyptic sign Last but one scene of tragicomedy
Greatest desire is To have the new weapon Left the corpse of rue behind Standing on the Hill of Fate Too much absence Too much absence They deserved the Final Hammer And to have the riot of ecstatic destroyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
