Immersed in my depths, and sad moments.
Visions cross the weak light of my mind.
This is fading, and will disappear
in the black seas of myself.
Why have I a broken sword?
This darkened blade reflects my soul
and it's old and tired.
Like the dying shine of the twilight.
Where no Grace of God can dwell I will reign.
Behind the citadels of blasphemy and anguish.
While silence becames noise in my ears
I shall conquer with a black banner of hate.
Ihehusch gronadox arden, o na gempalo
mikasman vandres orda bevegiah noz plig
nase zamponon aneph. Ophad a medox marune
gena pras no dasmat vorts manget a deune damph.
Naxt OS vandeminaxat orophas vor minodal amudas
ger pa o dax zum ban sez ordan pres umblosda vorx nadon.
Patrophes undes adon ganebus ihehudz
1 | Memories Of Ancestral Rancour |
2 | Memories Of Ancestral Rancour (Demo Version) |
3 | My Inner Hate |
4 | The Seeds Of Unsacred Apocalypse |