Warriors with hate inflict destruction,. Comes true the awful prediction,. Still alive corpses lie in the street,. Spitting the blood to the God,. Dying in flames dammed mob,.
A man chosen to trace down a god. In the world between two houses. The Cycle unwinds so slowly. The middle worlds laid to waste. The Things that cries in the night.
Thee I invoke, the Bornless one - hear my call. Thee, that didst create the Earth and the Heavens. Thee, that didst create the Night and the Day. Thee, that didst create the Darkness and the Light.
[Lyrics: Pavel Frelik, Music: Peter Wiwczarek]. . Every now and then we all visit a world of hurt. - the only real difference is how long we have to and wish to stay there..
I see three peaks: one for Hell, one for heaven, one for Grand Mystery. In Hell three lakes: of burning tar, of vermin and of ice- all brimming with sinners.
I see three peaks: one for Hell, one for heaven, one for Grand Mystery. In Hell three lakes: of burning tar, of vermin and of ice- all brimming with sinners.
No visions anymore. But we don't ask for them. The Darkness never parts. 'cause we don't seek the heat. . (We are) Lukewarm race. No folly in our minds.