Dear era tainted with the blood of the souls of mixed Drifters behind the sins of the three worlds Mixed with doom Ages met on the heads of perdition Residents of those slick unjust Dead and the living were either Crying alone was the difference Pain emerging from the bottom No value of humanity as All Diaspora The graves alone were the salvation Nothing look like destruction and perdition With black Evil alone ruling The devil alone idol And blood like rivers of liquid between the tribes Is the audio-visual Masters of the pain The days and months and years spin on the list , but the presence of All pleasures I left the fun Quarreling and blessings And brother all became Lament Nothing holds happiness Everything holds for himTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
