Dalszövegek
Blinded By Faith Veiled Hideousness

Behind the placid mask of the starlit cosmos or underneath the messy stars scattered on the canvas of night Someone is victim of the vision of suspicious

My soul is a wicked vulture Who whishes to steal the celestial treasure To revel in bliss and rapture I will devour the blood-red skies And reach the

Confined to our fortifications, Besieged by a horde of berserk wolves, We rapidly ran out of food And sought an armistice ... The plague of Famine had