As I hold the blade - A sign of a perfect end
You have spoken your last words - Your final lies!
Stuck in this nightmare called life, I summon thee
The virus I feed - My sweetest destiny
Have faith in poison! Inject venom in my veins!
As I fuse with the roots of chaos
The equilibrium springs in me again
Further down the spiral I go
Baptized in blood I become divine
Take and eat you all of this for this is my blood
Void - This fleshly void, this Serpentine anti-sphere
My messianic Hate - The only purpose
Death suprеme - Destroyer of thе right and wrong
Baptizes in fire and void shed your carnal shell
Look me in the eyes and drown, I am your final hour...
Baptized in blood I become divine
Behold! The Morbid Saints' last parade
Cascades of ash and swift decay
Screaming whispers of a Funeral Dawn
Rip this fucking world apart
For HATE is the highest law!
In this ocean of black lava
I die a sacred death, death supreme
Everything is here, every particle
Chaos Equilibrium...
Jei mano protevis pries 770 metu buvo koks jotvingis, jis prie Mindaugo valdymo turbut mego muzika prie lauzo ir buvo snekorius, pasakorius, fantaziorius
Ne dėl temperatūros, o dėl to, kad lyja kas 5 minutes. Negali iškelti kojos iš namų. Čia kaip toj humoristinėj situacijoj, kai iškeli koją - lyja, grįžti atgal - nustoja lyti.
O jeigu oro temperaturai faka rodyt, nu nezinau tada temperaturos idealios. Visi pagal save megsta, ziauriai dideles, ziauriai mazas megsta tik ekstremalai