Chaos کے بول

Rolling tears // Crawling around Screaming faces // On the ground Chosen … for a corpse Delivered … to the skull Rending … of the bowels Devouring … of the flesh I chain you ! I bind you ! I deliver you to Girra Lord of the flames The ever-burning One Give strength to my Arms ! give power to my Magick ! Absolute horror you will create When will you come down to us Injustice … Murder … Freezing …Injustice … mad God of chaos murder… may Girra free me Freezing … mad God of Chaos slipping away into darkness no more lights of hope instead this fiendish obscurity rolling tears / crawling around screaming faces / on the ground