In this dark tribulation Where weakest souls are immolated As they slither and souls will collide In the celebration of this ignored generation Welcome to the world of the blood mortals As they slither in the horror of the land Into the breast of damnation's glory The ancient one is set for us to never see In the dusk of the shadow horn In the ending of all light
We are the dead We are the living We are the ones who will rise above the glory We are the night We are the children of the anti-Christ
A dance of immortality Slipping our lust, shedding our mortality Play with the fire of life As my mind turns dark, I become eternal How I wish for death The peaceful notion of my nothingness
It's written, it's made up by the rotten flesh This feeling a damned soul a notion of me Ridden, by the cold winds of war A walk a lonely path inside my mind
In this dark tribulation Where weakest souls are immolated As they slither and souls will collide In the celebration of this ignored generation Welcome to the world of the blood mortals As they slither in the horror of the land Into the breast of damnations gloryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
