The damned vision of the high Of the cold hills of my earth The tragic vision of the time Of the eternal gods of my earth
Through the collapsed ruins of my kingdom Through the damned eye of my fortress Through the afraid noise of my dreams Through the sacrifice of my angels
In the morbid appearance of a grave In the perfect symphony of the death In the nocturnal embrace of the darkness In the eternal dark glance I want to look for the power of that obscure kingdom To put an end to the good of my fortress I want to look for the lost dream in the nightmare To implore to the god of my fortress
In the cold blood of the creatures That I sacrificed with my dagger In the leafy funereal forest That aspirate the desire for the beast I want to look for the power of that obscure kingdom To put an end to the good of my fortress I want to look for the lost dream in the nightmare To implore to the god of my fortress
In the disease and in the disillusion In the plague and in the fear In the darkness and in the blasphemy In my promised fortress
My cursed fortress Where I have my cruel dream Where I rise for the spirit With the gods of my earthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.