Old Man's Child - The Underworld Domains | Текст песни

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• Old Man's Child
• The Underworld Domains

The season to harvest the unborn and pue

Reunite the children of war

Take command of spirits at birth

Put your spells on the already cursed

Walk on through the entrance

To life's poor existence

Come on in to my world

Engage the world your battle

In times of the weak diversity

We shall unite and become like one

Something comes creeping out

From the underworld domains

I'm touched by the devil

Or am I losing my mind

The voices inspire me to suffocate

I am the one, the unborn child