Paroles de Storming The Firmanent

The first born son Begotten in the dawn of time One that will swallow All those who follow behind Eternal adversary Of decayed forms Burning away the rot Rust of the ages Giving way to purity Cleaner forms of eternity Unfolding undying wisdom Buried deep far beyond the sight Filling the coffins With dead-eyed prophets Laying waste the nations And dancing over the ruins