There is a void in the aftermath, out to choose the righteous path. With teeth & horns my primal hate begins. I won't accept this cold existence. I broke the oath. Desperation & agony fill my dreams as it reflects my soul.
I will not turn away from all the earth in its destruction. We are the prophets of time, you have diminished all hope inside your feeble human mind.
Birthrights. The illusionary presence of this elemental world. Your eyes bore out to replace any basic respect for the ghost face. I need vision beyond the wall or flesh & gold disgrace. I can picture a narrow horizon spewing rays from the crowns of vegetation.
Isolated, for my existance I Despise I feel This Hate Rooted, Deep Within Alone I Am On This Steppe Where I Shall Remain On My Frozen ThroneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
