When the ambrace of darkness
Take my spirit to the silent instance
From the depths
Among these dirty hope
My heart still alive
In a dead land of own
I lift my hands...
Towards the anguish altar
Take my spirit to the silent instance
From the depths
Among these dirty hope
My heart still alive
In a dead land of own
I lift my hands...
Towards the anguish altar
Darkness
Hours and hours of anguish
Marvellous
Manifestation of death
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Circle of Fire...Live Offering
Ruins of a Decadent Human Race