The serpents beats the light. When sun dies life spring in remote moors. When the left hand path has been chosen you can hear the night, screaming. When the wheel has come full circle night enters... Dirty and mystical sounds of pain murmured by the wind through the leaves in the cliffs waves beat violently rustled by the blow of the Titan. Walking across the mountains, in the distance... A storm is waiting the moment sweet calm traitorous contemplate the entity majestyc before you in the throne, his ancient gaze rots the flowers. Messenger of the no life banished to the shadows for all the eternity just an instant in the existence immensity. The gelid halo of the winter moon embrace the dark shore of the black waters lake. You feel the coldness inside of you you feel the eyes of sulphure, forever... When the sun dies... When the left hand path has been chosen... When the no life reigns... When the wheel has come full circle... When the wolves howls... When the gelid coldness besets... ... night enters.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
