My own ashes have covered the road of a distant past Buried in a forgotten path No matter how many consequences have arrived, there is never looking back Always forging onwards Existence is short, every moment counts The plagues and pestilence always grow but the wings of hatred carry me on Soaring across the cemetery halls and into the pits of mourn In battles for the vision, carry on with this mortal pace And to ponder with mental incision to witness the end of this storming disgrace The end may be near, but don’t throw down the sword Carry on with this mortal pace, archaic lore is power and isolation is the key And as my fire consumes your so called darkness the distant ancestor recharges my soul This is the promised ravage … (Burning deadly rage, endless Volcanic-Decimating-Etherealism)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
