Текст песни Shadows From The Alexander World

Profilgate assassin revelling in purple sides I shed the cursed blood of your childlike corpse And await with possessed dedication the redeeming desire of my much praised downfall Thunder rises and I feel like the tear whose thorn thrusts deep into the pool of my prophecy Bare destruction blows round my slow thighs The middle can no longer be kept and it took only two shots to kill the king And when the circle of the hanged ones speaks and the faded light breaks in black wine the penance of the dead horse will fall share to my harsh darkness