As your souls, black are our wings, nobody look us when we comes with the storm. Our language is the thunder. A warning writted in the stars, it's a dark Gonder hidden in the stormy skies. Lonely riders on black horses with eyes of fire. Our message is thunder, our language is strong wind, for weaks it'll be tempest, music for strong ones. As our souls, black are our wings, nobody looks us when we come with the storm. Travel vault of heavens with a cold smile. Dark creatures born from a stormy cloud, a thunderlight annunciate our arrival. Those who came with the storm preach words of chaos.. Chaos!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
