Regardless your efforts, everything changes Time cycles yet never returns Storms generate aeons while peace brings nothingness
War-force conception, the deity of destruction Make humanity share the pain inflicted upon itself Self-deluded dreamers disintegrate, They drown in grimness, and with them, their dreams.
My roots may have driven their souls dry But my branches had already touched the stars... Mayhap your sterile mind and body ever get a hold of the truth You depend on us for your existence Time cycles yet never returns...
Hither am I In Astral Plains of Trance As untouchable to you as the stars above Attempt against us, and confusion shall take over... Aghast as you taste the claws of our wrathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
