Burn these fields of fruitless crops, their sole purpose of existance, to spread disease on what is left, of healthy living matter.
That inhabits, a rotten apple, on a tree of rotten roots.
Feeding, growing, breeding, disease...
Burn!
Burn them to the ground! See their remains perish in the air. Hear their screams fade into the night, within rivers of fire. Turn their flesh into ash, their prayers into cries. Split the blind eye, that watches over all. Cloak it, in darkness.
Burn!
Feeding, growing, breeding, disease...
As the smoke unfolds, a new clarity will emerge, crystal path guiding me, to the reason of existence...
Of existence...
Burn! I observe the glare, forged by endless rivers of fire.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
