Pieced together with the skeleton of a conviction so thin Its structure raises misleading to a more secure path of worship wThe sails of the idiot are perfect in each manner and mind too Lending its fist six feet beneath the seat of the mallet Dead The body of pact Joyously tempting with white wings of holy But smeared in shame The hidden house trembles with fear of rebellion Know now it is coming This wind unlike any other wind is the wind of death It will lay its hands upon you and condemn Yes Judge you and slay you and put you in a place without form This is called chaogenesis SilenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
