Paroles:
Zavorash Nihilstic Ascension And Spiritual Death

Concoction of mead and bile Boundless preternatural wrangling and baspattering profound, in quile and iconolatry and gormless mass is bound. Fragmentation of the perceptive and

[Text: T.Scorn, Music: I.Hate] En rost. Facetterad i tomheten. En sanning. Ondsint blod fodde fromheten. Detta sprak. Besynnerlig kvasning av anfaders

it in vain pride of these societal simples The awakening is labeled the grinding of the edicational revolution While those too far ahead now wait in boredom and

Earth! I summon thee and thine ears to hear the word that is never spoken, except by they father, the eldest of all who know age The word that binds and

Fathering the irrefutable Children that died - As aliens to the incurable The most ancient lineage - The clarity of boiling blood Of all genders and races