Pain is the fruit of our existence. Growing on the tree of fate. Inhabited by a worm which eats soul and flesh.
Such a wound which will never close, It oozes man’s hate and mediocrity. Instigated by an eternal fire the brand of which is death.
Forgive me, darkness submergesme while the anger rises. No matter the consequences, it is better to die than to disappear.
Pray, if you believe that your gods still hear you. If you think that they have nothing else to do. However raise your head so that they consider you, and give you a hand. Lonesome and silent you will cross this ice-cold desert. Whipped by torment and an eternal wind of death.
Frozen pain. I lock a prison without shining. Where is your god now?... While I sink in silence. I have to release myself from these chains which hinder me. I suffocate, I have to get back to the surface. Find these feelings which make me a man and thus a god. The way of the warrior is not to stumble, but to get up every time. But this time this I will not succeed on my own...
Scene II : ...Descent.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
