Vārdi:
Unholy Of Tragedy

Like wept mother, so wept son entered the world not welcomed tears shed in pain never dry all my days I behold her cry "Nothing you say worth hearing

Like wept mother, so wept son entered the world not welcomed tears shed in pain never dry all my days I behold her cry "Nothing you say worth hearing

mists, tragedy rides forth. The last laugh is mine. Man has made the neo-god. Man has made the neo-god. Unholy falseness infests. The final day is upon

ablaze The skeletal village illuminates the sky As fire destroys their grains With glee I rape and torture My pleasure is inflicting pain With a vigor unholy

of Lond Is my bringer of hope "The shell so desired at last..." After so many milleniums, my name again will be Listen well children of the frost, to my unholy

ripped from the sacred bones Set free by the ravenous hunger of crows Broken wings drenched in black seed As a praise to their tragedies A travesty

light of the son. This congregation rains like cinders from the sky. The product of childhood nightmares. Empty hopes behind empty eyes. Open your ears, hear my sweet tragedy

. A skeletal village illuminates the sky as fire consumes their grains. With glee I rape and torture, my pleasure is inflicting pain. With a vigor unholy

of Lond Is my bringer of hope "The shell so desired at last..." After so many milleniums, my name again will be Listen well children of the frost, to my unholy