Death appears through the black mist the smell of the end seeds everywhere the holy mourning it's one more fading night but the last one in the sphere of our time
There's no longer a moon to wash the sun There's no longer a sun to stain the darkness it's just a withered place a place forgotten, that no longer lives
I know that now I'll run inside the night to find the throne of the livings a path that travels through the old woods forgetting the illness of the dead
As a double blade surrounded by darkness I stand alone, I touch the wind a dead part of my soul is gone, the cains are broken I surfaced my thoughts in the name of human blasphemy and suddenly my body is veiled by nails thick as the forests that I stand forth and old as the hills that give me strength
I call the powers of mother nature as I see the pure side of domination my soul is kissing the sickening race with great irony and pleasure
I am out of the mire of a disorted heaven facing the grave of the human world ...the most amazing landscape between the edges of time
My blood is your only poison and your poison is my true life helpless, hopeless, dreamless, death...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
