Animal Hate. Bells Of Acheron. Raven. Zeneszám

We want to be lords of creation
We want to fix the price of fear
We are bragging with rule of sense
But there are thigs passing to us
When the black feathers
Rustle at twilight - twilight!
When the croaking calls
At moonless evening - evening!
Gloomy raven
Detonates the heart and makes breath faster
We?re losing our heads
But we don?t know why
We?re losing all things
For this small shadow
So there are things passing to us
The devil?s smile on demon?s lips
Myth of raven and it?s own clan
We can?t go on when day gets grey
When the ...
Gloomy...
We?re...