I've erased my signs of charity, absorbed sweet inmorality and intense pain means light for my mental ascent. I forgot about good manners and about talking in the "public square" my eyes stare at the horizon of constant end... I make love to hate...I make hate to love, I have all the charachteristics of a human being but not a single identifiable emotion.
...Distant Thunder of Death... kind you will be in my mountains!! I have the clouds you need to step on the populist worms And crush their dreams of joy!! You are the instrument to paint the end! I am the paper in blank to let your artwork be done!!... Gas them all!
Evil Metal is my born language to build my empire of life's decline, I have not enough sense of humor to loose with your gregarious mood of jokes. I have come to destroy your idols as a not charismatic antichrist, I am the angel of nothingness pleased to give your soul what it deserves.
...Distant Thunder of Death ...kind you will be in my mountains!! I have the clouds you need to step on the populist worms... And crush their dreams of joy!! You are the instrument to paint the end! I am the paper in blank to let your artwork be done!!... Gas them all!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
