The white sails are above the horizon The strange sails from other lands Hurried up by cold winds The vessels are rushing to our shores There are
When darkness comes and the Night begins The enemies prepare to hunt and sin For Ancient Glory of Pagan Past Our spirit of war will arise Connected
Wrong expectations from the future Step by step it's coming near advanced prolongation of corrupted reality makes all human disasters clear Catastrophically
Part I: Buried And Burned Alive ++++++++++++++++++++++ Eiycu oaeo, ?eeie??aaia?iano? Ei?iia ?o?ii i?eaa??oa? Aiae caia?e? cae?ua?nu iaeaii?iaaa?
treasures of oblivion renovated sharpness of thoughts whole indulgence of the almighty counting stages while the fall And even while on your knees when the present strikes sharply through