Othendara - Seasons Of Fire Tresspass My Flesh Тексты

From under worlds seasons of fire tresspass my flesh
Past dying, a past dies in each step onward

As thunder clash from ancient storms
These woods they speak in dreams i mourn
And captured to thy winter throne, my end still born death
And these grey shadows enthrone our sorrows
As if baptized in pure sin, dying non-exsistence

Thy darkness is all exsistence and power with in

In my dreams i've seen, only to awake in terror screams
Now i'am a slave to this demon born in my flesh

As thunder clash from ancient storms
These woods they speak in dreams i mourn
And captured to thy winter throne, my end still born death
And these grey shadows entrone our sorrows
As if baptized in pure sin, dimming non-exsistence

Tyrants of chaos, angel of death, legions they call
As seasons of fire tresspass my flesh