First, the blade of Terror, Frost
From the ages long since lost
From your fingers to your eyes
Bit by bit your body dies
Then the veil of Terror, Noise
Fractures, tramples and destroys
You remain a shattered shell
Dwelling on your own mind’s hell
In the end, to crush your faith
To complete you as a wraith
Darkness comes and takes away
All the feelings of my prey.
Song of Terror
© Copyright: Триумвират, 2014
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