To a all setherials, the weaker ones To shatter and kill and make the world fall in the dark Call me insane, make me starve, but you can't make me fight for your evil desire Satanic weak souls, not even stronger than anyone else's intentions Falling from grace and what else ? Stronger ones will never follow you Warriors of the cosmic light, shadows who will keep on fight Defending your throne, and preaching, singing your croon
To a all setherials, the weaker ones To shatter and kill and make the world fall in the dark Call me insane, make me starve, but you can't make me fight for your fucking stupid goals With your culture, your knowledge, how can you believe such a calamity ? Disintegrate, erase, torture, we can't build a world founding our faith on this stuff Dismembering, the order could be the solution Prince of darkness should help us find a solution But poetries and utopias are not made to be realized Could we believe something All is neverending.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
