Текст песни The Spectator

Alas! Born of surgery blade in proficient hand to renew the world Rushes the Chaos unlocking, and who will discern His seeds? For cirques are high, the scenery heart is the gain of hold. Celebrate! Lycanthropes and heretics, sinners and saints Apocalypse! What a virulence! Such a lovely strengths gently obsess every single crawl Mutes are featured withdrawn; thus fable attracts and leaves Not a scene will drop! Illusive is the intent, ghostly is the fall A charm equals wretched believes... No gift of choice to immolate Chaos comes predicted even Imaginary hate turns blind; Forbidden lot.. The spiral snake, serpentine is the Universe A flexure where nothing and nothing wind To contemplate passing by is to breed the curse Spectators! Global pestilent hive...