Paroles:
Chasm The Deathcult For Eternity The Triumph

tragedies judge my trip as I spit with bitter anger to their disgusting and pale shapes.. for all those Lost Years, I evoke eternal Solitude an infinite

return, the coming, the Desert, withthe sun as my witness, but Blackened, in desolate ways we are wandering, Bleeding... These geometric agony that I have stand for

Where I am, a land so disgusting, I just want to destroy the dogod; For all the deception I have felt, for all the years I have lost, I must reach the

was born and through the veins of misery, the battle is flowing within... When my tragedy was forged in Blood, The Pain and Anger rest and waited for

Together as one, with the cracked mirror, reflecting only this unborn unknown, I've never flet this emptiness, like a cascade of teardrops in blade forms