This is the night when the rotting heaven will die. Demons with the storm arrive frm the winds of fire. Beyond description is the spreading of cruelty
I readthe signs from the eyes of the dead, and saw the seed of still-born tomorrow. I heard the future from the realms of hell, the symphonies burdened
I stand on the shadow of demoralizing cross, divergent is my path to cryptic beyond dimensions. My soul was created to deeper values...not to bounding
I once walked in shadowland. I heard the howls of a hundred wolves, how they sung with severed forgotten winds, the shivering twilight anthem. A rising
Shades of blackened wings be outlined against remnants of the sun. And the moon in a silvering blaze arrive with infernal gales. We are gathered, demonically
Překlad: Mike Jones. Ghetto Cry (s Thyra).
Překlad: Mike Jones. Dona € ™ t selhání Me Now (představovat Thyra).