Feel the cold touch of heavenly damnation, A faint whisper upon Autumn wind, The darkness severed by blinding light, Burrowing deep into silent pious minds, As the cursed corpse falls below the ground, And the rite of the bastard meets it's end, Through the darkness these eyes stare on, Though they are met by endless nothingness Can you see the sun's dwindling light, As it merges with the Earth so far away? Yet feel it's fire fading deep inside, Like the last gasp of a dying candle? Here, in the embrace of death A choir of worms screams out to you, For you to bear witness in agony, To the vast darkness that awaits You teach these maggots to sing ...For the glory of eternity is upon you Through silence, I heard you call to me, In a shattered voice fearing nothing I have no flesh to call my own, Yet I cradled you in ever-bleeding shadow, As your soul drifted to sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
