Revelation shall be given, to
Consolidate the realm of
Terror, breaking down like
A hammer all the wear
Walls of sanity, a disease...
The skylike precious stones,
Protectors of the black soul
Are attacked by traitors but
Inside the fires of hate grow
Bigger and rougher, fed by the
Desire of revenge, the spell of
Black omen that left on the
Surface a small part of the
Total complexion has been
Refused... Once again the path
To the core is widely open and
The return of the tyrant
Shall be sung through ages
To reach the armet of
Knowledge through wich
The pandemonic fires shine
Dirhearting the ones of the
Right path. Naked hands with
No weapons but armed by
The fires of rage, fingers of
Iron opress to strangle until
The reaper comes again,
Couldn't it be that such a
Powerful poison could be
Asimilated by the one to die,
And the one to die learned
From it's killing formula
And create from it and even
More dreadful one shooting
Back the secret poisonous
Arrow to it's coward owner...
This is it, such a rotten soul
Can not be killed by spells
Of the mortals, in return
Here it comes, the chaos!
By the swing of the scythe a Revelation shall be given, to Consolidate the realm of Terror, breaking down like A hammer all the wear Walls of sanity, a disease... The skylike precious stones, Protectors of the black soul Are attacked by traitors but Inside the fires of hate grow Bigger and rougher, fed by the Desire of revenge, the spell of Black omen that left on the Surface a small part of the Total complexion has been Refused... Once again the path To the core is widely open and The return of the tyrant Shall be sung through ages To reach the armet of Knowledge through wich The pandemonic fires shine Dirhearting the ones of the Right path. Naked hands with No weapons but armed by The fires of rage, fingers of Iron opress to strangle until The reaper comes again, Couldn't it be that such a Powerful poison could be Asimilated by the one to die, And the one to die learned From it's killing formula And create from it and even More dreadful one shooting Back the secret poisonous Arrow to it's coward owner... This is it, such a rotten soul Can not be killed by spells Of the mortals, in return Here it comes, the chaos! Explain Request ×
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