Where the rocks touch the sky, there is no difference between day and night Eternal pale light, penetrates the hillsides, that painted with blood were Orbs in geometric position are aligned, accumulated energy to the black transmit The echo of the trumpets have rumbled against the clouds, the hour has come When the lightning strikes the top of the great mountain Will open the forgotten path. Obey the designs of the devourer of the dead Roots of the evil forces cling to their flesh Suffer the possession of the nauseating priest, has vanished your freedom The waves flood their rotten soul Hosts of depravity Infection of the spirit bloody scream in agony Obey the designs of the devourer of the dead Roots of the evil forces cling to their flesh Suffer the possession of the nauseating priest, has vanished your freedom The waves flood their rotten soul Hosts of depravity Infection of the spirit bloody scream in agony
The great eye of the black mountain feeds on you Your hearts will be withered Timeless cycle of energy Puppets, pile of useless bones under my orders are. Purified shall be their homes no more laughter, no more breezes of faith.
Listen to the whispers the devourer of dead calls Breaking a young spirit is easier Let the children leave to the call of the rain The transmission has initiated. They will fall.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
