He sits alone in madness The horrible visions, his companions without names Whispers in the dark concede "I caress you with blasphemy..."
They are coming Apocalyptic riders from the ancient scrolls From Hell they thunder forth A vulgar, raging horde To bring about the end Even the gods could not forsee
No debt beholden The price he pays is what he sees in his mind Cataleptic figures of man void of breath Restless in the grave
Crawling, deformed witness of hate Romancing fools when no hope remains Blind and forever starving A harbinger twisted by his fate
Voice of the insane - Tongue of the absurd Wakeseer - watcher of the earth's interred
Bells ring the hour as foretold The masses of the dead renewed New masters of the arts obscene A cruel new era of funerals extolled
Pestilence Famine War DeathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
