Legion (The)
Horror Vacui
Can you scent the stench of graves? The dead fumes of his cevementsThe predator winds behind - do they whisper to us all? Eternal are the skies. As above, so within Cold, dead, turbid eyes ghastly staring back at you Now slowly leave behindthe remnants of this earthly life Let this be the gospel to extol your discorporation Hell is but a pale reflectionin the eyes of nothingness The thin line dividing life and death -brutally distinct or mercilessly vague? Fear the void! Wolves are gathered in the distance.See the massing of ravenous crows! Turn back, mortal son!Blessed you will be to roam this carnal dungeon in exalted slavery.Or proceed into the blackness far beyond the stars
Aus Songtexte Mania