With the powers of my dark soul With the anger of my dreams With the sound of the nature I take care of thee
Wolves are gathering to the song of the crows The moon will clear our souls What remains is pure hatred Not what once was
The sign is burned in our soul Decline of the christian faith We'll see their decadance soon Shoving our prayers into blood
The orisons falling in dirt The icons straining, getting hurt Blighted towers biting the sky The holiest image in my dark soul I cryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
