Invoker - Secrets Of Seed | Текст песни

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• Invoker
• Secrets Of Seed

Hidden n the black flame, where death nour-ishes the seeds for the thriving fruit.
Almighty over the precipice, the path of no return.
From the blood and ashes grows a child.
Black blood flows in his veins.
The poisoned essence, the seed of the ageless democracy. A democracy of full darkness.
Born as a god of starless sky.
A wordless form from the deepest depths.
His left hand shows the true path.
The vortex of blood.
In his garden thrive decay and death, a maze of reverse sense.
A new century of the highest, springs from the source of the holy river.
The world os cloudly, poisoned and dying.
Broken firmament, burning it conquers all fears.
The abyss returns.
Built a temple where the order dies and chaos reigns.
Protected by the open eye.
A child grown reigning in chaos.
The secret of the seed. Born in unearthly fire.