Torment, Anguish condemn my soul to Enigmate visions dreadful appearences let me hear the Voice of those who don't speak, With supliciant Anee I listen their call, a funeral call. I am ready for the invocation. A monstrous sight with horror appears ahead... I trust... I believe... A vortex darkens Jerusalem and misericordy turns into misery, the Voices... so clearly, so Morbid, Throogh the image of chaotic reflections, through, mysteries of the flesh. Piercing void stir up the Coffins of Inexorable Sleepers! Sunken knowledge. Unholy Hail flood my blackened spirit. I can feel the abrasive fire in total ecstasy. My blood is now the key to a blasphemous peace where the inhert perception and the essence of death safisty the voices...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
