The desert welcomes all the souls ablazed To moulder the extensions with crimson coloured aeons Be sure the passage will not be the safer The dictatorial hand has given its back on you And crowned you mob as a town
The people from beyond, the sweetest mist inside my lungs
You'll disappear in the absence Undone and shameless Satan Christ Combine abortion with pretentions With such poetry they fly
Decades of robbing, stalking sickness Well earned the symbol of rejection Goal is accomplished, traitor becoming the most evident This time no money buys the lair
OBLIVION KNOWS NO NAME TO CALL THE NIGHT IS MIST BEFORE YOUR EYES THE TRIANGLE DOWN ON WINGS UNFOLD THE MIST IS DUST WITHIN MY LUNGSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
