Cold textures cuts my skin in pain, dark splendor extend my being away, Waiting in the middle of the night to feel the mystic meet
The sky now burns reflects the pale invocation: will reincarnate in agony to evaporate superstition
Tears will fall, tha ladies of pain are together showing a thorny path: the deep meaning of the darkness
The eternal sleep will emanate from earth: the illusion and deceit of matter, Of macabre ministries from the dying sun while the owl spreads its wings
The dying slavery, a deranged master, give me the chains: I will polish it with my painTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
