When you think that everything is set up When you think that the prophecy is fulfilled When you think that your eyes will see... Then the dead sun shall no longer shine.
Pale are our aspirations And frozen be the warmth Concrete the forests shall remain And dried out the sea
Denial, pain, disillision, bitterness, Coldness all that remains Semen stains us with dirt Hatred crowns the filthy treason
Damnation buries us all In the mud of contrition Impure visions of carnality Satanic justification
Vice be the truth, Torture be my lust, Pain be my reason Filth be my answer Flames be our purity Blood stains my vision NEMESIS OF IMPURITY SITTING UPON A THRONE OF BONES...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
