Everything has its origin in the memory The taste of death comes from the twilight of time Hit the gong and as the sound dies from your ears Death waiting to infect the wound Worships the venom of becoming What dies was already dead What will live will be immortal
Come to me Nameless legion Come to me powerful vacuum
I was reborn from the ashes of the word of life I have become as God through lies human I am the left eye that sees and knows I am the vessel that purifies and burns the will In the name of the void I create one who has no name
Come to me Nameless legion Come to me powerful vacuumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
