Night comes down Wisdom of nature is here When graveyards slumber Comes to our soul Cancer on brain
Deconsecrate... Mysteriousness... Blind eye that cannot see All together gives growth...
Six-hundred misery Goat from beside Mournful Nature-hate Monument of frozen soil Sacrilegious Misanthropist Cleansing with march Forces of all...
Aaaahhhhh... ha ha ha...
And condemn your fusion with grace Your choice has been dead! This time is not so far, DEATH DAYS! No beauty is everlasting... suspect! Lust and pleasure awares Your heart no longer will exist Became my slave I'm your idol Inner sanctum, pity from (the) bellsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
