The True Nihilist - The Coming Of New Evil | Текст песни

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The coming of New Evil...
There is a feeling in a voice of wind...
Trunks of trees have turn black... They anticipate fever of fire...
From the north the carrion ravens are flying...
Whistle of wings as driving mad...
We are coming!!! We are precursors of New Evil!!!

I repudiate light... I fill my lungs with darkness...
Corridors of illusions and stairrcase of dreams are opened to me...
Biting in your fears, as fangs of wolf, biting in fresh flesh,
Breathe of ices carries me on wings of the night...

The blizzard and the fog will hide from the sight...
The arts of possessed by darkness...
Silence... A harbinger of a storm...
I show myself creation of the first-born chaos...
I'm in front of you... If your spirit is pure, FOLLOW ME!!!

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