Перевод: Кровотечение света. Утопление.
iron fist Glory for the strong Death for the weak Through the walls of stone In a chamber of lost hope Not touched by the light Lies the path to our
centuries and laying deeply withing the soil the roots of the trees which have seen time come and time go, empires rise and fall The moon and stars light
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tribes which will be shunned be those who settle where they should not stay Ground zero is relevance Nothing truly means nothing ...There is the light only to drown
Slowly, through hologram portals Chery surface cold, unmoving Following the deluded trail of slime Through every equinox and winding path Following innumerable
the lineage of kings Who were all hinderers of God By the miracle of Satan By the will of Satan Ascend, immortal spirit of wisdom Let the light of your
In this region the winds whisper a rumour of a being A hermit banal, with a mind frail as his frame. When he speaks it is in violent bursts And insects
He drowns in the serenity of plain Waves of thought crash on barren skull walls Thunder is the catalyst for meditation, rain the bringer of peace. He
The Moonlight shattered across the breaking waves In the distance the dark clouds swell and grow... As the storm approaches The rain starts to create
I am the sun And I am the moon I am the winter chill On the first day of June The dark mystery That lies in the sea As my heart yearns To truly be free
dark enigmas Who curse the very ground they walk on Who cause the feeble to tremble A lonesome soul watches from a far Poisoning the light with his
The carrion circle the rotten corpse Seasons ago before the summer stench Under the winter stars A lone creature stalks the night Its reflection dancing
Old legends tell of a river winding like a serpent Through dense and forgotten marshland Leading to the ruins of a long dead civilisation Pyramids aligned
sown Dying with a purpose This will not be the end But a new beginning This is not about one but all The darkness is the guiding light And now we are
[Lyrics by Azgorh] Here Under is the mark that lies beneath the ocean floor riddled with mysteries Black then any night The light of hope and their
Rolling thunder echoes the cries of war to crush the miserable disciples of the white light A curse is unleashed to spread rot and mould withering the
