Soulless bodies Devoid of scream Grope among the dimensions of self Thundering laughter Festering pain irony of thrush A dying hand falls down losing strength Gort's lust murder strives at power by shedding blood And clutter of stabbed hearts Broken shackles of joy Reclaiming the will to fight Again the fall became dominant The twilight possessed servant souls Torture sparkling with night But our force lies deep in our forefathers wisdom Here memories over thoughts take control And those will arise whose life was taken To restore happiness to Own And devastated Ceres will lay down To sleep for the next millennia Launching other plans of destructionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
