The young king, the chaos he brings With iron grip's sword, chants come forth The child of dark is he The prophecy, chaos not near In chaos, prophecies
The young king, the chaos he brings With iron grip's sword, chants come forth The child of dark he is In prophecy, chaos not near In chaos, prophecies
Tłumaczenie: Dimmu Borgir. Chaos Bez Prophecy.
near The young king, the chaos he brings With iron grip's sword, chants come forth The child of dark he is In prophecy, chaos not near In chaos, prophecies