With no reborn, rebellion against your blood and poisoned prison Ignorance of your laws, cursed arts repressor of ancestors I ought to see you downwards no matter your higher temples Your blessing is gone with the flowing water of my temples
Walking through shadows and the freezing temple Deepest roots, behold my rising temple upwards to the eternal
Cradle of stones covered with shadows The close stench of death doesn't scare me
Invunche chasing, with his misshapen panic I see warlocks flying through the fog The secret cult of darkness ArrealhueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
