Darkager کے بول

To scarlet heavy fog of these machines We will shout in silence our damned ode Don´t try to tell us that evolution is needed Burn fucking gears, We command! What do we see? This fog is just your old God! How could you kill our hopes? An ignis factus is being announced by our fearfulness He is our sacred light, The emanation of a putrid carcass, that is the buried God! How could you kill our hopes? An ignis factus is being announced by our fearfulness He is our sacred light, The emanation of a putrid carcass, that is the buried God! Darkager! The ruler! Death is like a joke What is the sense in praying to a smoke? Darkagers! Afraid? It was your choice Don´t try to stop us, you will ... To scarlet heavy fog of these machines We will shout in silence our damned ode Don´t try to tell us that evolution is needed Burn fucking gears, We command! What do we see? This fog is just your old God! How could you kill our hopes? An ignis fatuus is being announced by our fearfulness He is our sacred light, The emanation of a putrid carcass, that is the buried God!