Ordinul Negru - From the Ashes of the Mist | Текст песни

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Dead spirit of man's catasrophes
Sinners that make a new order
Scars of collective memory
Take their place in the mist

I started at heavens gate
Peculiar feelings stroked by impurities
And cinders traverse through my bones
For I amthe king of my fate

A horrid burden becomes heavy attached
A table that take a strange shape
Forgotten dreams remain in the dark
In dressed blood grounds

On golden fields, it shivers peacefully
While thousand corpses laughing at me...
Through non-divine mirrors I soak...
By my own sword a duing heaven I revoke!

Dimensions with open veins
At the surfece of tragedy
Burn unexrpessed in a reality
Abandoned in melancholic conclusion

Illusive stars persises on crystal ground
Focused on my impured duing soul
By my own will darkness i invoke
And shape one's course to my own path...

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