Cross the boarders of nightmares venture into the sphere of horrors and gaze upon the distorted reflection of the immense nothingness of the universe.
The scriptures are thus inverted are the crown of worlds devoured and defiled by adverse angels of abysmal abominations. Oh illuminating horror trismegistus, vomit forth the laughter of dead birds into the blood soaked mould.
Adorn the altar with entrails of whores, from hell I enter the white chapel. A head is lowered in horror before the transcendental mutilation of the mind within the impenetrable night. The perpetual nothing.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
