In the darkness of the night listen the whispers of fear wich invoke the wisdom of the ancient gods those who dwell in eternal sleep and keep alive the flame of the black arts... Shetter (them) in the white cloak of the winter shroud by the grey and endless mist they´re my masters
I am his predicted bastard son I am the murderer... that one who contemplate the suffering of the fucking victims I open the bitch´s legs
and I rend the only good thing that she possess with my dagger I´ve gift her the immortality where the nauseous old man is waiting her I´ve consent her the eternal pleasure... and my master will give me another winter so cold like the dagger forget in the belly of the whore... so cold...so cold...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
