I wish you could see the dreadful Scar inside my Eyes I wish you could feel the ruinous Touch of Consciousness I wish I could speak but King Silence rules my empty Rooms a howling cold Wind devastates the Visions of my Dawn I belong to that Race who stands on the Verge of Ruin climbing up the Glacier to conquer God's Domains I can't remember as well as I can't forget my Body lying down on a snowy funeral Pyre dreaming of Chaos, watchin' this deadly Season passin' me by I belong to that Race who stands on the Verge of Ruin climbing up the Glacier to conquer God's Domains Aurora's rising showing up its Multilight I watch it coming a fearsome Growing beheading my Illusions Empress of Visions the Veil of Maya was torn behind my Eyes Aurora's rising and even if I should see the Face of God, it will mean not so much to me because I've heard the chilling Voice of a merciless Jesus Christ who's lost his Will of our RedemptionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
