Avasatha Pagan (prophetical Part Iii) - текст песни
Avasatha Pagan (prophetical Part Iii)
God you were a martyr Not worth praying Your grave won't be adorned With flowers But with infants of blood
Satan touched the dawn And devoted the sky To his powers The sky born in the blood But out wedlock
God, I scoff at your wars Cause you graves been spat with fire You won't be eternity You won't be nothingness
Now Now satan's coronation
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