Owner of the light, an omnipotent soul Might of winds, pestilenly appalling ghoul Enlil the arch, confronts the fiend Tragedic occasion of his fate,
Born in the vacant universe Lakamu, the predecessor of all snakes He is the one, the ancestors of vile Anshar, the master of skies Kishar, the master
Obscure realm, Their covenant, Scripture, Servant souls that saviors couldn't save Are ready to divine banishment At place that blasphemy consents skill
Peripheral profligacy of transcendental lower world The mistress of the netherworld While Namtar is the God of Pestilence Torrents of blood gushing down
Gilgamesh, the demigod of Uruk Courageous warrior She saw him triumphing against Humbaba Inanna! The swagger of Erech The fickle goddess, courtesan of
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Corpses divine, filthy sovereign Through the anthems of an ancient reign Deviant intrusion, dominantly hostile Proclaim the fallen, deeply intensify
I have seen the Unknown Lands, That no map has charted. I have lived in the deserts, the wastelands, spoken with demons. Souls of slaughtered men, Victims
Then masticate the putrid debris Invade their arteries Devour the blind religions and prayers Summon the preachers of unholiness Praise the chaos and decimation
Sepsism, impaled carnage, cursed fates Depressive breath of anxiousness He, who worshiped vandals Through the golems of septic concealers During the
Open your eyes Take a look around you You light me up Like I`m some kind of saint If black and white Were the only colours If you and I Were the only
Today I killed, he was just a boy Eight before him, I knew them all In the fields a dying oath: I'd kill them all to save my own Cut me free, Bleed with
Шёл десятый час, улицы почти пусты, На моём пути стоит родной двор, приплыли. Работал пару смен, шесть сотен мне взамен. Хватает на бухло, хлеб, продукты
Tried to find your face 1000 pictures flipped But yours just ran away Something in the air It lacks a special touch A smile that's left wide open Sit
Un momento en un agenda, una decima de segundo mas. Vuela, va saltando de hoja en hoja mil millones de instantes de que hablar. Una rafaga de aire frio
Why are you striving these days? Why are you trying to earn grace? Why are you crying? Let me lift up your face, just don't turn away Why are you looking
Yo soy de donde hay un rio, de la punta de una loma, de familia con aroma a tierra, tabaco y frio. Soy de un paraje con brio donde mi infancia surti
You love her I know but I won't let you go I just won't step by all the way Cause you're married to me and I won't set you free Possession is nine-tenths