Riding the winds foretold. Towards certain and utter doom. This was meant to be. The last ride of the soon to be free.
When everything ends. Nothing is all that will be. When the universe is to sieze. Remnants will not be.
Loke at the helm. Birthright executed. In this final night. The dead will arise.
From the remains of the dead. This ship of the doomed came to be. Now on its predestined journey. Shed the final tear before the end.
At the helm of Naglfar. Towards the end. At the helm stands Loke. Awaiting what needs to be done.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
