We are worshiping late
In silence of Tombs
Celebrating death and praying
For the last sunrise that will come
As a prophets of suffering and madness
We are standing in the depths
Waiting to benedicate the day
That no one will survive...
We are worshiping late
In silence of Tombs
Celebrating death and praying
For the last sunrise that will come
As a prophets of suffering and madness
We are standing in the depths
Waiting to benedicate the day
That no one will survive...