Текст песни Brand The Mournful Liberation

Brand The Mournful Liberation Like a destruction of the spirit Like the purification of one's mind's eye From the greatness of my manifestation Corroding their feeble will But no one shall stand before us 'Coz we are the thunder of the black sun And tons of pestilent magma surround our surreal empire No one shall defy, no one shall survive Brand the mournful liberation We've seen the scorn of life and dream together as one Creating the truth of my wisdom Like a destruction of the spirit For an impending day of joy That is reaching the veil... No one shall defy...