Rhepera is in her hiding, and the church bells are silent now the inner starvation has bred an emotionless madness, breeding desires so dark... in these abodes of awful forms
I am becoming - incarnated, the breath of complete pervertion!
soil is spread upon the ground, her sleep disturbed and their sorrow shall turn into horror in the morning but the moon rests in darkness now... for how could it shine in the light of the black sun?
the lights are all exploding at their presence... for there are many here, many here... yet there is light: tombstones radiate a glare unearthly a strange glow, growing stronger at each movement
the metamorphosis of an angel turning into a beast is progressing in this unholy marriage of life and death I wear this lower crown, at the throne of shells for death is my bride... in these abodes of awful formsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
