: Burn the crucifix. Cremate the sould of the Virginborn Freeze the shadow of ashes and let it float away by the Thunder listener's intense eyelash movements
they?re consumed by belief [Chorus:] I am the chosen one and I hold the key Behold the prodigal son This good I do lives long after me Let iconoclasm
Not every life ends with death, some banes outlast the endless sleep. Sometimes the spirit is too strong, sometimes emotions are too deep. I scorn you
Burn the crucifix. Cremate the sould of the Virginborn Freeze the shadow of ashes and let it float away by the Thunder listener's intense eyelash movements
Erode shores of tranquility Guide the crimson tide Flood the blessed sands With millions of tortured souls (of Christ) Enter into perversity Rise with
[Lyrics by Mirai] You deserve the Soul desert The 4th desert, You will see The 4th desert, the Blackened eyes The 4th desert, You will see The 4th desert
Eternally the grim fog sets, to rouse from a slumber of centuries, screams of malediction emanate when diabolical procreation overshadows the meek. Crumbling
Tradução: Dark Fortress. Iconoclasia Omega.
Tradução: Darkthrone. Iconoclasia Barre Capadocia.
Tradução: Jardines de Gehenna. Iconoclasia.
Tradução: Nublado. Iconoclasia.
Tradução: Suspiro. Iconoclastia en el desierto cuarto.
I cant believe what i've turned into, Dad, I'm full of hate just like you. I am a spiteful being on account of everything i've seen. but all i want is
The foundations that our fathers have built have been destroyed by the own very system, which they deployed. it's gotten so fucked up, i don't want
I've watched so many run that it makes me feel numb when I loose a good friend to another pointless trend. I'm sick of superficial minds clogging the
