Teksty:
Withered Earth Forgotten Sunrise

the claws of the heathens befoul Overshadows the brightest star Desolation is the wielder of might [TORMENTATION] In a shower of gold we fall With an

mind must focus on the enemy. My weapon gleams in the melancholy light. The horizons emit a brimstone glow. It lights the Dark Cold Night. Riders clad in black with

nature, Domineering hordes have plundered, This futile plain known as paradise Infernus you speak as the oracle, Lurid desecration's smother their torches gleam. Purification with

rose from its Sabbatical ruin, Blind to the sight of cruciform, Devoid of life and soul forevermore, The Darkling lord is with thee We drink with the

There after the fallen praise, it faded with the final sunset Christ your wounds burn deep, With each dying faith, The strong Will cleanse its earthly