I was born in a world of putrefaction The man who cries during thousand years With the fire in his eyes construct The big monument of decay and depravation
Who is the saviour of this brutal dead The portrait shows an horrible scene Infect the wounds of my suspicious fate Infect the heart of my sigh of hate
The monument is a reflection of worst sins Senseless capacity, broke mirror, anguish Return from dead side with an horrible Scene of hell, depravation, mutilation, burn! !
The fallen angel burn in the flames of decay His wings sucumb, his life expired The frantic man with stained with blood hands Model the evil like bad visions of men
“I am the son of the architect I forget my real fate I’m a mercenary of wicked web”
Evil homage The unknown figure in the horizon Pile of corpses in harmony gushing blood Is the monument of decay
I was born in a world of putrefaction The man who cries during thousand years Return from dead side with an horrible Scene of hell, depravation, mutilation, burn! !
Who is the saviour of this brutal deed The portrait shows an horrible scene Infect the wounds of my suspicious fate Infect the heart of my sigh of hateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
