Tłumaczenie: Ogólna liczba. Budzenie.
: Einst grimmig Sturm singt seine Klage Kaltblaues Eis ein Tranenmeer Und Lebenshauch des sanften Strahls zartflammend nun die Lufte warmt Helles Licht
It's a tricky world we are born into There?s a spiral down prepared for you All you have to do is to sell your doubts To the one who pays you the most
In A Time Of Fear And Purgatory Of A Land That Weeps With Misery Feel The Flames Of My Desire Taste The Pleasures I Derive In In The Dead Of The Night
Out Of The Depths I Come To Conquer And Devour There Is No Question, This Is Your Darkest Hour I Brought You Famine, Pestilence, Disease You Will Pay
