"I am the shadow that covets the flesh of bishop and imperator, the key to the kingdom of Desolation and that nameless god that dwells therein." Thus intoned the mouth of the Belchera, the left hand of the prophet in which dwelled the Dark Hearted and Poisoned Tongued. "I am the Beliar!" Divine corruptor, liar of old, possessor of flesh, reside once more within the prophets, come and loosen the seals of perdition's gate. "I am Malchera!" Place your secrets upon the tongues of the lord and king that they may give fight to words of pestilence, strife, and hunger. Blacken all will and intent and turn the hearts of man. Do this in preparation for the banquet of the waking Beast.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
