Tearing the vision of their kingdoms, the eyes that look towards death
Turning to its destiny, corrupting its miserable legacy for all eternity
The black blood that runs through our veins, cold and poisonous
There is no end to the torment of the madmen who can not think for themselves
The stench of putrefaction of his eyes embraces ignorance under the misery
The black blood that runs through our veins, we are the owners of death
The avenger arm, which holds the unholy blade that separates life from the flesh
There will be no end to your pain, for I am the one you have always feared
Black and cold blood, worthy of wolves, for her flock will be annihilated, forever
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Incredible how one man can compose such a thing. Beautiful. Today's one-man bands (or projects) are to me contemporary composers comparable to those from the old times like Wagner, plus they are their own orchestra... WolfGang