In a gesture of despair I free myself from my chains Enjoying an inseparable glare I get up, body feeling countless pains I spill flaming torches Thus igniting the inverted cross I see the monks burn and scream on their knees Pursued by the hounds of Tindalos
The smell of burned flesh invading my head Screams mingle with grunts from outer space Escaping Azatoth in bloodshed I run again and again out of this cursed place
No light, no hope, the further I go, the more I despair My hands flay on the wall, I see my grave in the cemetery But then I see a glare, the glare of the sun, guiding me
Walking through the devastated streets The lost soul, staring blank into space The painting heart, trying to calm its beasts I'm now indifferent to the fate of the human race
Because I see them, the deep ones The army of the sea Servants of the Black suns They come for me
I sit down, and no longer try to flee From now on, my life is in the sea I sit down, and no longer try to flee From now on, my life is in the seaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
