The winds of cold eroding disease Death awaits this chilling new terror Through suffocation and strain Departures are growing near Their everlasting dark effect on memories That will forsaken me On this world, my continous grave
Within this selfless terror I call within this martyrs grave The cult shall preach The savior engaged to which obsession drives Then they all confess Despite their self-resistant state of mind They shall obey Dwelling in their aggression For fear that on this day These walls will give into unholy ways
The winds of cold eroding disease Death awaits this chilling new terror Through suffocation and strain Departures are growing near Their everlasting dark effect on memories They've forsaken on this worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
