الكلمات الأصلية
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All that marks always leaves
A trace on the floor
A chained old Wiseman
That bleeds every day
Has given us fire and science
The dark eagle devours him for centuries
Offsprings from the same rotten tree
Vanity lives in coffins
Inside our veins lies money
How much is the truth worth
If we face the cycle of vice
A chain saw will pass
Extreme balance
The gears are adjusted
An enemies reflection in your eyes
Do not be tormented
By this sight…hellish moments
When the Bell rings
The earth’s been shaken
The Sun disappeared
Great genius of evil
When locked inside your soul,
Do not dig a hole, Fight!
Harvest of blood and curses.
Don’t lie to me
Cruelty and despair
Madness, madness
Welcome to hell
Devil’s laughter
Rotten tree
Rotten tree
