BOGS OF THE ANCIENT ONES Here in time we are frozen Here in space we are death We exist as beasts Roaring and lurking in the night fall
HERE IS OUR REIGN OV BLOOD OV CARCASSES AND DECADENCE
Like a snake swallows a rat We swallow the rotten ones Cadavers moist and pail, tear apart as silk FEAR US, PRAYS US, FEED US FALL BEFORE US Like your fathers you are to... Insignificant...
We call upon you the winds Destruction of your fundaments We call upon you the plague Decomposition of your faith in your God Bring us your Baptist He’ll drawn wher his fait is the strongest Brig us your priestesses To breed with them
Pain will distort their face As our seeds will grow in them We’ll create a new breed No one is before us
We call upon you the flods Abortion of your existence We call upon you the pest To devawerment your spirits
BOGS OF LOST BOGS OF ETERNAL BOGS OF THE ANCIENTTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
