Rise with nightfall, obeying flow of astral Styx slowly drifting on a cycle of zodiac.
To become sand and to rush yielding flow, being broken in a blood against an immovable stones.
Roar and far sound rise, cause to forget about eternal pain and fear before unknown.
Through dance of lights unholy stars summon their ancient gods. Must overcome their will with torments.
To approach turn, and behind it horror of oblivion - evil hands of chaos, that grind river of souls by its abomination might.
To become sand and to rush yielding flow, being broken in a blood against an immovable stones.
Roar and far sound rise, cause to forget about eternal pain and fear before unknown.
Through dance of lights unholy stars summon their ancient gods. Must overcome their will with torments.
To approach turn, and behind it horror of oblivion - evil hands of chaos, that grind river of souls by its abomination might.
All pathes to saving are close by gods, feel at front severe unholy lights.
Be dissolved in a haze, be wrapped up and see back, there it is impossible to return through source of night.
In'evitable comes. The speed is augmented, transforms in evil flow of the timeless death.
Uncover your soul, before the face of chaos and his eternal servants in one step from inevitable.
Somewhere away, among boundless stars, the ancient gods have created to themselves
Inhabitation and pull the greedy and mad hands to ours insignificant souls and fates,
Grind us from sand in star dust, that which one has given rise gray-haired space,
Junction in insignificant sand - our souls.
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