"Torturers of Great Mask Divine. From seed, to white ash. Where mercy walks, the embers follows."
I scoured the umbral plains Burned by the embers of light Coursing the vast land of desiccation And through the night i will rot Warn those of what I've become There's nothing sacred about the decomposing of flesh Life is a fleeting thing and i cling to it
Frozen, the line slows down Amongst despisers of life Effective to the servers of will The deprivers of light Mark the ways of forgotten direction Reveal to me of what i lack Like a trance i move with your voice As the chants of horror surrounds me Spiraling down into oceans of pain Descend Spiraling
Frozen, the line slows down Amongst despisers of life Effective to the servers of will The deprivers of light Mark the ways of forgotten direction Reveal to me of what i lack Like a trance i move with your voice Under chants of horrorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
