As our wrath were gathered... No longer fields of the dead couldn't wait our sacrifice. We sacrificed ourselves to the angel of the hypochrist's. There were no mercy! No mercy! ...for the wasted lives... for the desecrated souls... And so the seeds of desecrated screamed our names in the hearts of disappearing life. Our blasphemy breed hatred upon the upcoming memories. Disturbance upon the empty minds. Fall from the twisted virtuosness to unconscious hate. Denying their commandments without knowing. Show me your love when I turn it to hate.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
