Paroles de Twilight Of Sullen Hell

Cold that covers its stench With hidden, rocky stone-edge That euts the flesh. Hiding firechambers Dead thronehetors Falling into an abyss of walley Down to a land of eternal frost He appeared from the fog He got lost in the fog, soulkilling shadows He bore his bloody sacks upon his back Bore as it was a joy A plunder, from what he fills the space. Whatever he's called. Doesn't care about it A damned won't find Battle against him Hell is home Where a sullen couldness dwells A shadow initiated to be bearer By a holy arm that created a world Became like the empire Of eternal sin. From the twilight of sullen Hell The shadow breaks up Takes sacks wet of blood In his serving fury