Over burning stenches i exist
Through frozen lakes our souls shall burn
In our domain the weak shall fall to hell
Perfectly
As the moon beams down upon the sweat of your failures
You shall know who lost this day
Inhale the foul scent of annihilation
We three shall not walk away
In our domain the weak fall to hell
Perfectly
Chaos theory, broken wings denied
Our elemental structure can not, will not, shall not,
Co - exist
Spread your wings and prepare to die
The blood of my brothers forever call my name