Across those bridges far beyond Once upon I walked, but nevermore To Roads of marvel some say they lead Bitter humans who patiently bleed. I recall the
ترجمة: قريبة من MATARON. Skotos Aenaon.
ترجمة: حلول الظلام. Aenaon.
Pure disease, a chasm of souls Parasites of endless things, in divinity's well Infected with curses, the flames of God Imperial races, chaos enthroned
I hear the woe The crown of nature's filth The endless source The force of Navel's realms The Navel of the world, the center of silence A dynamic source
Where time is but a loop, A loose stitch in the Universal Cloth, A Streamer might seize upon a chance, a fatal slip, And plunge the fate of planets
I am your heroin That controls the eruption of Gods Descending the spheres of thousand (black) aeons An equal gravity of worms... A fortune of Cosmos
Astral Conversions, spiritual modes Invalid termination of a tyrant yoke Parasites of innocence, the accident of god, The plague of suffering reminds
Won by our fathers soldiers Won with offerings and blood Blaze in each countenance Spring thresh and fire the battle I?I?I?I?I?I? I?I? Let liberty
Won by our fathers soldiers Won with offerings and blood Blaze in each countenance Spring thresh and fire the battle ?????? ?? Let liberty reign Let'
: Won by our fathers soldiers Won with offerings and blood Blaze in each countenance Spring thresh and fire the battle ?????? ?? Let liberty reign Let
