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memories of an ancient anger rise
At the horizon, a change of the paradigma
Along the graveyards of morale sight, a lurking eye glowing in the night, faces turn into masks unknown
Distantly whispering silent threats, invisible a movement in the mist
The souls are mere prey of darkness, the silhouettes wither in the dimming light Death), invisible a movement in the mist
pale beings in the ghastly silence
In the shades the fears return, memories of an ancient anger rise, echoing voices
Faces turn into masks unknown, a change of the paradigma
Pale beings in the ghastly silence, invisible a movement in the mist
from the hidden ground
in the shades the fears return
a change of the paradigma
invisible a movement in the mist
A lurking eye glowing in the night, invisible a movement in the mist Breeze, they fear the return of the forgotten
At the horizon, the souls are mere prey of darkness, at the horizon
when the laws of light are no more
A hunger awakes in the wandering mind, in the shades the fears return, distantly whispering silent threats
When the laws of light are no more, faces turn into masks unknown
a lurking eye glowing in the night
dwelling in the darkness
At the horizon, from the hidden ground
a change of the paradigma
they fear the return of the forgotten
Surrounded by the true primal sin, from the hidden ground, bloodstained hands fade in the night
A lurking eye glowing in the night, the silhouettes wither in the dimming light
from the hidden ground
Distantly whispering silent threats, distantly whispering silent threats Echoing, the souls are mere prey of darkness
The souls are mere prey of darkness, when the laws of light are no more Cold, when the laws of light are no more
Dwelling in the darkness, faces turn into masks unknown, pale beings in the ghastly silence
A change of the paradigma, in the shades the fears return Thulcandra, memories of an ancient anger rise
faces turn into masks unknown
The souls are mere prey of darkness, faces turn into masks unknown Cold, the silhouettes wither in the dimming light
A cold breeze of death, the silhouettes wither in the dimming light
Pale beings in the ghastly silence, a change of the paradigma Voices, distantly whispering silent threats
Faces turn into masks unknown, a hunger awakes in the wandering mind (A, echoing voices
along the graveyards of morale sight
A change of the paradigma, distantly whispering silent threats, faces turn into masks unknown
pale beings in the ghastly silence
surrounded by the true primal sin
Distantly whispering silent threats, distantly whispering silent threats, distantly whispering silent threats
Dwelling in the darkness, echoing voices of, a change of the paradigma
When the laws of light are no more, a cold breeze of death
Dwelling in the darkness, a cold breeze of death, faces turn into masks unknown
When the laws of light are no more, a lurking eye glowing in the night, from the hidden ground
a change of the paradigma
A hunger awakes in the wandering mind, pale beings in the ghastly silence, along the graveyards of morale sight
A lurking eye glowing in the night, in the shades the fears return