A red spot in the sky Touches my being of murk Yet, it still penetrates me Shadows and clouds of Nihilistic essence It still obsess me While the enmity takes over As november awaits The frozen moon becomes Blushed and gory
Far away from these lands Fathers and sons are cold Whom given the promise of heat By all boasters I call them to my winter Full of banished Disgust, blasphemy and power Aaah blame me, But while you stand Look upon, in the havens Face the blood moon
There is a crescent Within the one That is frozen It kills the existence of it With fearsome sounds Shouting, suffering, dissolve Unite us, To destruction
A mighty spot in my mind Clarifies my being of murk Yet, it still enrages me Horror and Serenity of The disorder It still obsess me While the enmity takes over As our mother is dying
We have been too kind To those who are killing the planet We have been Inexcusably, unforgivably, insanely kindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
