Pale mask contained viciously in ivory The surge intertwined me, gripping the hide 'Till the steel was pulled free And my eyes rained obsidian
While my bones contorted Under possession The vessel submits Becomes
Conduit
Becomes grief, the lesser soul Placed under warden
To domain To void Exhumed
And the night gaunts Come to collect those of stable faith Vehement Phantasma A surging current
Ash! A scourge! Legion form! Ash! A scourge! Legion form!
The voice was of noir life The wails of grief escalade A cadence Fruition and the graveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
