O Anti-Cosmics; reign in your majesty, Sworn to the blackest flame for eternity. In winter's grasp beneath the freezing skies All shall come to pass before my very eyes.
Vile spirits Blackened souls In the depths of the abyss On the infernal throne
Visions of fire Grasping for clarity Shining through darkness Reveal yourself to me.
A great storm builds on the horizon as the sky dissolves to red The waters soon will mirror this as they swell with the dead. A black moon shines it's barren light on the few that remain The crows take hold and consume the souls of those who twist in pain.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
