Wrathage - The Nation's Demons Тексты

Heights of defiance
manifesting
in the black lucid
from bitterness to ruins

No absolutes
No absolution

The Dead-end unfolds
supreme in it's zodiac
The blood red sun
soothing the fury

A cosy hollow
in the core of creation
the nation's demons
Come on!

The marching motion
of antipathy
like time running out

Hell unfolding
as perception grows to understand
the emotions of demons
as creations disintegrate

In to the new sovereign
the silent halo of black light
under the blood red sun

Pregnant with the end of things

Sincerity of the nation's principle
in the amicitia of demons