Dead spirit of man's catastrophe Sinners that make a new order Scars of collective memory Take their place in the mist
I stared at heavens gate Peculiar feelings stroke by impurities And cinders traverse through my bones For I am the king of my fate
A horrid burden becomes heavy attached A table that take a strange shape Forgotten dreams remain in the dark I dressed blood grounds
On golden fields, it shiveres peacefully While thousand corpses laughing at me... Through non-divine mirrors i soak... By my own sword a dying heaven i revoke!
Dimensions with open veins At the surface of tragedy Burn unexpressed in a reality Abandoned in melancholic conclusion
Illusive stars persists on crystal ground Focused on my impured dying soul By my own will darkness I invoke And shape one's course to my own path...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
