Paroles:
Ephel Duath

s physic and mental strength. Eventually he manages to resist the murderous forces of death. Hail to the immortal warrior spirit... Dwelling in the caves of Ephel Duath

Impossible to save the balance with this bigot. Still profiles bond with seaweed rope to the wreck that will be. My dive will end this circus parade.

Analysis seems to be the better answer But how can I control this incestuous, grey forest? Thousands of wooden guardians protect transmissions. My frantic

Finally, Disharmony has a brilliant face. A sinuous gait of unhappiness raises Like this oblivion. It's so sweet to come across my holes again. Let it

Smell this gentle condition... Misanthropy. Is there something to respect? Painting the same landscape again, You can lose What these fluid movements

...And in poor seconds, the filthy figures surrounding become obstacles.... Smell of acid thoughts. Intoxicated eyes, Madly, Are you searching for the

Is it so useless to talk With these still shades? Sometimes it seems that I spy my moves Through the vent of a glass stone. ...But what am I observing

It's so improbable to find the light, When clouds are rubbing me. Words run creating hatred scrawl, Streets have nothing more to ask. When I relive this

A never ending Painting, No subject defined, Not a precise style, Confused traits poor colours. Are you really able to find a message? I, Defeated,