Vārdi:
Bleeding Through Thrones Of Agony

blackest light burns brightest now. Lust for your demise. Oppressor, death claims you. For every hour, death makes you weak. Into the thrones of agony

This blackest light burns brightest now. Lust for your demise. Oppressor, death claims you. For every hour, death makes you weak. Into the thrones of agony