High mighty mountains, deep extensive valleys. Covered by snow, icy winds. Lifeless, eternal. You drift on the black waves of damnation, look forward
Helpless she flies through the darkness over the abyss of her lost thoughts. In her mind, like the eternal fight between black water masses and unholy
Cries in the night, apparations in your mind. Flight through your dreams full of hate and fear. Victim in an endless war. On the escape from the real
What do you feel in the blackness of night. The coat of darkness covers your damned soul. Fire - ready to fight. Burning fields - moonlight. Torchures
[instrumental]
I bring you life, I bring you death. Moments of happiness, years of awful tortures. You are a devote slave, chained. Pain is a true feeling, it is the
The daylight is drying up in the dusky mysterious veils. Eternal night, overhelming darkness, the sky is lighted up by flashes. Bleeding clouds, torn
The church is a whore of revelation Gins and vices rule in it Church don't spring from Jesus but from malefactors The pope is the leader of all malevolence
Unter dem Schein des Mondes auf dem von Fackeln erleuchteten Pfad. Blutige Finger, gespaltener Geist angstliche Blicke
Do you hear the cries those tear the silence of night Cries of forgotten souls, signed by a painful life. In search for the real truth, the ancient spirits
The land is torn apart by discord. Wars and epidemics demand their victims. A smell of decay covers the world, the rising veil of death is everywhere.
These are the ancient woods Those cover the secrets The little spirits, invisible The dance starts at midnight. Burning clouds of thunder His call sounds
Tulkojums: Atanatos. Kur ir mīlestība? *.
Tulkojums: Atanatos. 7 Reģistrēties.
These are the ancient woods Those cover the secrets The little spirits, unvisible The dance starts at midnight. Burning clouds of thunder His call sounds
The land is tornapart by discord. Wars and epidemies demand their victims. A smell of decay covers the world, the rising veil of death is everywhere.
