Soul released from its thrall convulted and prolapsed throats voices risen from the howling darkness cry their acid torments into the pale centrifugal voids heirs of their old fears shapes in the bloodstained mirrors shades blackened by unknown ghosts their torment is gone enchained they are now to the pale chalice of shifting waters doomed to contemplate the faint mirage of their ever vexed reflexionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
