On the first night of moon light full, a rift between the worlds Rancid visitation, horrendous aberration Invasion of a place once a sanctuary, welcomed not by the mortal inhabitants
Putrid procession of foul intent, kneel before the tide of pestilence Their duties only to end this world
They come from a parallel world, a void of matter and life These things created by our own twisted visions the echoes of our nightmares
Unfettered by the limitations of earthly physics and undirected by any intelligent purpose Children tainted of infestation crafted with corruption loathsome creations Of twisted parental love
Putrid procession of foul intent, kneel before the tide of pestilence Their duties only to end this world
End this world
They come from a parallel world, a void of matter and life These things created by our own twisted visions the echoes of our nightmares
Kneel beore the tide of pestilenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
