Prophetic Age - Fear Ages The Lost Souls In The Night Тексты

Fear ages the lost souls in the night. that desperately hide from themselves by forgotten days of power,
Curse and their secrets, thunder´s awake. I live with the pain
Of my own hate, prospering into caos from
Centuries betrayed by church and my own god dammed to live in
A world of black clouds. I live with the pain of my own hate
Prospering into the caos for centuries betrayed by church and my own god.
The distorted image of a fallen angel among dread flames in hypocrisy.
They´ll find destiny in to a temple of shadows where will live in the lust
Of their own mistakes. Fear ages the lost souls in the night.
That desperately hide from themselves by forgotten days
Of power, curse and their secrets, thunder´s awake with the last light
Of red twilight thousand voices will echo to the endless silence and
From the darkness where I´m confined. I´ll stab my enemies,
Whether demous or divine, sent from heaven or hell.