Beyond The Sixth Seal. A Potent Wind. Zeneszám

a potent wing lies helpless turned away as a burden a potent wing lies worthless forever seen as an anchor accept the world as war of the ages to expose the softest and embrace nothing tears are scorned with zealous rage emotions are hidden away a breath taken is a dollar lost and madness mistaken for ambition hordes of whores tear through the symptoms like maggots upon an early grave moral boundaries smashed to nothing woulds of grief collide endless seas of heroes died flood the earth forcing the illusion away for the shortest time a potent wind flows breathless spreading sickness to human crop a potent wind blows callous true being lies in ruin