Born of the past strife Existed inane Reached before his time Death shrouded in rain So viscious [sic] a blast of hate That alls [sic] consumed he feels A circular seething wall Mere hours pass to reveal The face, the stand The one beckons his soul Blown beneath the ground
Looking to the sky, it is same Total funnel fury nondisplayed Soon a day, that he'll see Wretched blast above the sea When it comes, do believe Our ancestors wisest sole decree Is not one for man to thieve The fate Closer to the edge Blown beneath the ground
Chosen for a life so near Opting for an ocean's leer Stepping onto land so vague Watched as every move is made While reaching toward his death Toward his death now, reaching Toward his end now
Once said it came from afar Becoming alive so chaotically That it taints, souls absolved Cleaving, cuts, fall atrocity when it comes, do believe Our ancestors wisest sole decree This our world, in regress Satan gorges on the weakness of manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
