Larve 歌词

Born, never dead, living in the land of the dark Magic sinister of blood cult of the undead In sorrow, they live in this dimension, in torment and pain They wander and steal your soul, your mind and your fate Those places possessed the colors of those who do not know Violent and grey are the eternal colors of power Ritual is surrounded by objects with their energy Disorded power as interior confusion who evoke them Demons toward expiation of ancient faults Materialization is the blood as the egent medium Become a double astral of who generates This is a chapter trapped in wise and decay Horror drape revealed Wed of dead wrapped at me