Rotting guts one with the mud Representing the furies that wave our deniel Making our lives a subject of disgust
By mutilated stillborn we are choked
Abomination from the void Reaching the surface painting these skies in pale shades Blocking the light that falls upon our eyes in order to mock the order in our flock
Damned are the highborn
Lost souls in this domain Feed the sinners
Exposing us on filthy stories we lose our senses
This presence of misty ages... we roam in a dirty circles
Under the frozen mountains Our ideals will rise and brighten these skies
Oh, these unearthed demons Haunt us!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
