Embrace the anger and let the rage flows on,
depravity now turns to cruel allegiance.
Thought distant shadows you can see it forms
the nightmares of the lost obediance.
The empty shades now turns to silent hell
and nobody will ever hear the call.
In darkness, where evil lurks and dwell,
the mankind's hope remain forlorn for all.
...and there you see reflection of a man -
forgotten spirit roaming in the mist.
Where namless ghouls possess the land,
he's waiting for its final kiss.
© Joakim from the grave Всички права запазени