There is no goal... abstract faith our shelter Spiritual self-medication and the faithless are lost Conducting our own end with sublime paradox We are the army of the dying sun... the dying sun
Symbol of salvation, trace of sin Tragic mortal thoughts lost your redemption Covenance of lies signed with the blood of my savior
I ride the black waves on the oceans of night The demon who makes trophies of man A journey giving chase across the galaxies The chameleon adapting to any environment
Arise gods of war, demons of death Entrant the souls, destroy the bodies Let me born through bloodshed Let me be baptised in bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
