الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Searching in the ever lasting abyss for a cure for this scourge
Only complete nothingness can absolve this curse
Murder of the cardinals the sacred rite will burn
Only the blood of child can save this earth
Rise of the damned
When the son of death
Lays his head on the earth where we rest
Listening for a pulse or a sign of life
There will be nothing to hear
When the wolf of hell, spurts her fiery breath
Do you believe in the afterlife
That in the end, we don't just die
Dark creature from the hole
Please take my dying soul
My breath is cold if I draw breath at all
And my skin is made of stone
I grow so old but I will never die
I will live on until the end of time
Searching in the ever lasting abyss for a cure for this scourge
Only complete nothingness can absolve this curse
And ill be free to roam, when death takes me home
