Hyadningar - The Weak Creation | Текст песни

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An ominous silence upon the sins moved to tears
By the screams of all the seas
Curled up in a complete humility
The tarnished dawn cried and garnered all its pain
My fellow ones running away far from the cacophony
Tightened
Without exile
My eternal rest altered
By the crystal tears and the sobs of the dead

Black piece of god
Nameless angel
Ravenous lord for an utopian world
Violent ways
Mental aggressions
Unwanted race piled up in the fire
Disembowling
Lacerating
Looking for the reflections through the knives
Fallen from the grave
Mottled from the cold
Bestial incarnation rules my pandemonium

Obliteration
Of the weak creation
Let me be thy sword

Winds of distress nourished by the plague
Holy days sworn to an abysmal hate
Inverted faith
Without convictions
Quarry of dead meat
Domain of my rats
Blinded by fear
Alienation
Conjuration of the boiling black blood
Bony rosaries
Guts as trophies
Frantic polymorphic worms burn in my hands

Obliteration
Of the weak creation
Let me be thy sword

What am I - I know what I am
Who are you - the venom in your blood
What am I - I know what I am
Who are you - the voice and the vision
What am I - I know what I am
Who are you - the bitterness in your mouth
What am I - I know what I am
Who are you - the seal of your wounds

Tanquam aegri somnia
Me lumen
Vos umbra regit
Alea jacta est
Ad majorem dei gloriam

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