На английском 7. 7. 11

I have returned at this night
Back from the dead to this horrible life
Back to the ashes of this pathetic existence
But now incredible, with phoenix persistence
This is the genesis of darkness itself
My divine visions of supernatural hells
Am I afraid of that grey mystical fog?
Time is the best destructor for this world
The holy moonlight’s flesh above
The proclamation to al Armageddon’s stuff
I’m son of the oblivion
My soul just like the mega therion
Madness of my dreams is only truth
Now returning to the ancient roots
I’m tormentor only of my own
Watch everything consumed by the Darkness growing.

7.7.11.

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