leading to where eternal sleep dwells,
is the feeling of mighty perfectibility.
beautiful like suicidal adoration
Nonentity will swell up with infinitude.
this path leads to unknown spheres,
Away into aeons,
Abscondence of existence.
As resounds in the distance a prolonged howl.
by funeral winds !
The Dead Hate the Living !
whilst winds embed this spirit's vibrancy.
Once it has abandoned vivaciousness
... this sound which shall be heard for evermore
IN EVERY FUNERAL BELL !!!
- Wicher za górami
- Chronicler Of Chaos
- Spectral Runlets Of Tulwo..
- Scaffold Salvation
- Whispers Of Arcane Cimona..
- The Dead Hate The Living
- Through Rotting Stench
- Nocturnal March