Near the voice of NASTUR in his almightyness hear the whispering afflicting the crapulent stormrace in the middle of the unspeaking eye. In the black night maze !! near the yell his breadth through his serpent-fangs...Tearing the holy silence apart. For the holy silence apart. For the cursed faceless one is processing the funeral sound of our almighty. Blackend Hordes our hate our wills are his power released for the glory of our redeemer.
Who has know all the evil before us, The tyrannical secrets of time? Though my match not the dead man that bore us... Though the heathen outface and outlive us... And our lives and our laughing are twain Forgive us our virtues, forgive us our lady of pain. DEATH FACELESS CHAOS
I am the master-spirit who live down below Below any human kind, behind evevry sorrow Down in hell my obscurity evolve in the way of hatred For the splendour of torture and the joy of pain.
I m NASTUR the great black one king of the damned. Prince of destruction through these arts I puke my passion of uninvited dissection and drown myself into putrefaction.... My delite of disgust my disgust of delight lead me to the irremediable thought that all the one live the darkness.
In the middle of all lives the one who is all darkness.. And darkness will be eternalsince everyting bows before the lord ! Under the Nellish frozen chants of our demons. The faceless one is processing through god's own decandence ! Screaming to death, the laws of ouyr infernal chaos ! Die with company in eternal hell of the most tormented souls !!!
Who has know all the evil before us, The tyrannical secrets of time? Though my match not the dead man that bore us... Though the heathen outface and outlive us...
DEATH FACELESS CHAOS. Cursed faceless one defying the holy dogs. DEATH FACELESS CHAOS. The ultimate hammer of war in the face of god.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
