Death; a travel, comes out from the dark Suicidal winds of madness The spontaneous negativity upon the human soul
Adapt to the unknown, embrace with it deep, The only truth, the task remains to be completed
Kill yourself, do as He tells you Murder and take advantage, you know that it is right Complete the task which is given to you
The stench is getting stronger The whispers are getting louder, it will never stop Weak and disemboweled, crawling for a saviour All that is heard is the whispers from the Master
Rectify your mistakes and do what you are told And your journey towards the dark will be completeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
