I arch before Three decades under the horns Smoulder branding to the snow And fortify this spiteful dogma It waits It breaths It waits It breaths As disembodied hands stay trapped Locked in the scriptural solent Beneath the swell of the ageless Transformed by paternal rejection Rejection Rejection Of your lord Born here in the nebulous blackness Apex of true resentment Bellows into the tide Of an opulent phantom Belief, you reductive beast You reductive beast Feed the children your poison This is beginning This is becoming Spike right the meridian Exult leviathanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
