Beneath a starless night-sky we prowl the shadows of an oaken grove, thwarting your sacred vision for this world Your feeble sphere is destined to fall as seeds of awe are sown in your hearts
Outbursts of rage cut through the silence, shards of glass tear faces to shreds; a joyous letting of humanity's blood! Here's no peace until the cleansing is complete and the sun of reprisal has burnt off the fog
As the new day dawns, wind-carried clouds of smouldering ashes turn the bleating of lambs into wheezing coughs This otherworldly symphony heralds our triumph and stokes the blissful fires in my heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
