Halt, hear that distant roaring from the grave Was it the cry brought back by the winds
Kingdoms have fallen in where the evil dominated Decades have passed but the flames remained The mighty depth's beckoning me The beauty in the darkness' absorbing me On a throne of pain, on a throne aflame We are cleansed and reborn with nothingness Eternally we'll rise Together we'll prevail!
Nothing has stopped, nothing has left The Reapers from the past will return from the dark domain
Belial! We are summoned for your deed! Lamia! We are aroused for your gorgeousness
With a shape unseen, the reapers are gathering Coming from the past the usurpers march toward
Halt, hear that distant roaring from the grave Was it the cry brought back by the winds
On a throne of pain, on a throne aflame We are cleansed and reborn with nothingness Eternally we'll rise Together we'll prevail
Assemble in the soil of his false grandness Forever the blasphemy is the black reapersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
