I am the one who wears black halo...
I make atoms collide, I open the gates of war,
Destroy divine sacraments! I'm a half-way god,
My spirit is a sore, my rage is bliss!
Die and liberate the juice of life,
Thy blood and spirit is mine,
Heavens feed on my hate,
I comprehend the universe,
Before my death draws near, salvation is there,
We're all buried at birth!
In our pain we dwell,
Destiny is leading us astray,
Benign coincidence,
We steal our existence,
Once more in time...
Fire shapes our own destiny,
The sea of life is a grave
That drifts floating on endlessly,
It comes, consumes, refuses to exist...
Death crashed down the shrines of ancient ones!
I bring death to philosophers!
I build temples of hate, I behold no god,
I call heralds of pestilence - the blackest plague,
In agony I become divine...
Die and liberate the juice of life,
Thy blood and spirit is mine,
Heavens feed on my hate,
I comprehend the universe,
Before my death draws near, salvation is there...
We're all buried at birth!
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