This cold but purest of energies, I can sense it with all of my being as it drags me to the end of my wits I let it pierce my heart and my soul like the tip of the (un)holy lance penetrating the feeble dangling flesh
It heals my soul and mind, grants me great powers As pure as the flames of the filth-incinerating river It is the naked truth, with no tolerance for lies one that I accepted into my heart many moons ago
I can see its aura I smell its fragrance I hear its beating pulse I touch its core and taste its flesh
Once there was a belly like a cauldron of impurity festering with contaminated thoughts, full of wormwood and fear But they are no more, and all the weeds sown by leeches drowned in the fiery streams of PhlegethonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
