Golden heavens, prey under the Sun. Rising coven, just come back to me. Lazarvs.
Coldest heavens, trenches of the Sun. Chosen coven, just come back to me.
Rise up spearman to the dome. Harvest their darkness to become, Cold and timeless, fearless. This gauntlet, to become the greatest of all. Skinless skeleton of raging tongues. Crystals hide me from their Sun to become one.
Death and spirit, rite of the newborn child. I'm cold inside, I'll finally rest in Hell. This cold inside, I'll finally rest in Hell.
Creeper.
Death and spirit, rite of the newborn child. I'm cold inside, I'll finally rest in Hell.
Death and spirit, rite of the newborn child. I'm cold inside, I'll finally rest in Hell. I'm cold inside, I'll finally rest in Hell.
Death and spirit, rite of the newborn child. I'm cold inside, I'll finally rest in Hell. This cold inside, all I see is just an emptiness to rise.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.