A predator of humans, who haunts the roads near Tirgoviste, holds the soil of its decrepit grave... to slumber and give rebirth unto the blood of Nachttoter... Ghastly images haunt the domain decayed as the tombs of stone numerous apparitions we have evoked from beyond the graves those, the stakes in which much blood was lost, they cast our biddings... be it light or dark... many frigid and warm nights, when the black flame devours all there was a talon formed... which struck the light from Yeshua's horde... Through the manipulation of flesh and spirit I have become a shadowgod and devoid of humanity... I discovered the Philosopher's Stone, all was revealed... Enter this dominion, prepare thy funerary posture, they haunt in malignant forms...Das land der Phantome!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
