Lo ! I pilgrim came from the desert Draped in sickness, dressed in black
When the utter thunders roared young And the heart of Valusia enshrined the dark He was born of the whore but was forged by wrath And he was lusting for more
Born at Zins earthdawn the halo of the chosen foreshadowed the war
Promethean Phosphor
Beared the mark of hatelorn Saturn And whispered requiems lurid to men Natus sub Stella Polari Mortal deva, promethian mortalisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
