Sammath Naur - Eleven XXIII | Текст песни

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• Sammath Naur
• Eleven XXIII

Malediction?!
Only the Infidel Shall be Safe
When Inveighs their God
That slowly freezes upon his throne.

Can you hear the mournful voices?
Can you hear the wailings and grief?
How deep do they engulf you
into their Putrid flock?

Contempt for upcoming beings that anyway
will fall into the Abyss,
For they shall harvest the Crops of your Acts.

"Your descendants, filled with innocence,
will riven you As soon as
you'll have to teach them the Universal Rules."

Beware the humanity!, fight concupiscence of
yours Although deep in your Spirit.

There is always something that craves,
though fulfilled; that demands,
though surrounded by Bliss.

Where is the place of yours and the line?
of your blood , of your light
Would you leave here a part of your live?
divinity and demise

There is a time, a moment in space,
when all rules collapse.
When Logic turns into Foolishness,
when Wizards leave and
the Herd remain.

"Number eleven is the Symbol,
the Prodigy arises,
disappears the Prodigy
It is neither the first nor the last time..."