Isghol, first born, will cross a valley of secrets. Tears of blood will burst from his orbits. An unfathomable might will raise in the entrails of Th'lhymon heavens.
O Saith - From its shadow, the ruins of ice will be obscured by the cold immaterial glow of its ethereal body.
O Dithra - Its entire form will hide the fire of scarlet light, no star will shine on this day of incarnation.
A pillar appears to me, an impossible color. I know its secret name. I incorporate my delusional spirit into the nothingness of Ahinghla to reach the mystical cone and leave the sweet purple burden irradiated by the red spirit of Khinghu.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
