Hope is devoured, my soul is enraged grasping at the bars of my blood-stained cage searching for eternity numbered by the years lost only to be pierced by the years of the past
Through eyes of wrath I see Through eyes of death I see
Battle rages on a distant plain how many times must the soul be slain? The spirit can only be found for so long Grounded by the forces of a world forlorn
The fire of the misanthrope transcends human time and ignites the wrath that projects from my eyes
A force unseen yet felt by many Will consume the essence of their adversity
The sky appears red, as if tainted by the blood of mortals I raise my arm to the crimson winds and I realize I have become impervious to their assault
A force unseen yet felt by many will consume the essence of their adversity
Standing amidst the field of sacreligious decay scared are those who tried to supress the rage I stand in the ashes of fate but my infernal soul will remain unscathed
Hope is devoured, my soul is enraged grasping at the bars of my blood-stained cage
Battle rages on a distant plain How many times must my soul be slain? The spirit can only be found for so long grounded by the forces of a world forlorn
The fire of the misanthrope transcends human time and ignites the wrath that projects from my eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
