الكلمات الأصلية
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Somewhere, at the edge of the Worlds
The Black Angels are crawling forwards
With their hands covered in blood
They destroy the sacred earth
The scream arised, like a bird
The winds of fear has come
To occupy the Earth
Golden Bowl
Named the Eucharist
Celebrated by unconsious
Prevail by the scoundrels!
A golden tool
Taking You to my hand
After a moment i begin to doubt
After a moment I drop!
Broken holiness, broken faith
Blood on my damned hand
The Book of Myths laying on the tables
In the houses of ordynary animals
You are my legend
My neverending story!
