Crumble you days of gilded pestilence and rot in your imprisoning fear I cast down your scornful worm-eaten delusion cloaked as tatter'd redemption I roar forth a thousand swords from stronger mountains than you could ever dream of falling from and pierce the rusted armour of your salvation I bear up this darkening world upon my serpent-kissed shoulders and shake loose the detritus of your crippled hope Ahriman stands beside and within me as your Omega blooms Ahriman stands beside and within me as your weakling children earn Their dust Ahriman stands beside and within me as your fallen empires mark your grave Ahriman stands beside and within me as you weep for false glories lost Rise up on broken feet, oh hobbled aeons of despised light you'll stand at this moment of thy end if ever at all my word is the dirt tossed upon your waiting grave and my deed is the truth that buried you thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
