In forsaken realms,
we will never see the light,
The life we used to have,
will never be the same.
Love is gone,
the hope is crashed into unnamed names.
Fall of the Collums gates,
fall of the gods.
There is noone who will save us now.
Blood is raising on your hands,
slowly make you blind and insane.
Trees are dying,
ground is crashing,
Hells gates are opening again,
Paradise will never exist again,
Calling the hell's choir,
It's overhelming,
Killing the last alive creatures,
Leaving they're bodies and changed then into moon ash.
Lost of mind is release,
the beauty of falling into Lucifer's arms.
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PoetryV dnešní době je člověk uzavřený ve vlastním světě aby utekl realitě, a poslední dobou je člověk uzavřený i v jiných sférách než jen v realitě... My všichni patříme otrokům jak nahoře tak i dole. We all belongs to the slaves, like to upon us, at the...
