The infinite stream of darkness flows Foul depths hold the origin of deceit Gestation of the black and vile Bursting forth from the womb Abortion of ill
Travel upon the skies of wrath To mediate chaos from distant realms Conquer the heights of boundless resist Consume the flesh and blood
One thousand years Among merchants of aeonian pulse Now all have fallen before me On your knees
Bringer of sanctum Redeemer of hope Feel the burning aura of rapture Extinguish those of inferior soul
In the hands of the frail and weak Your strength will surely slumber Misled by the undying stench of hypocrisy
We are the cursed wolves of ire We are the churning winds Alone we shall rise Towards infinity
Overbearing, this treaty of cold Built into shrines of teeth and steel
One thousand years Among merchants of aeonian pulse Now all have fallen before me On your kneesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
