The daylight is drying up in the dusky mysterious veils. Eternal night, overhelming darkness, the sky is lighted up by flashes. Bleeding clouds, torn
The church is a whore of revelation Gins and vices rule in it Church don't spring from Jesus but from malefactors The pope is the leader of all malevolence
Unter dem Schein des Mondes auf dem von Fackeln erleuchteten Pfad. Blutige Finger, gespaltener Geist angstliche Blicke
Do you hear the cries those tear the silence of night Cries of forgotten souls, signed by a painful life. In search for the real truth, the ancient spirits
The land is torn apart by discord. Wars and epidemics demand their victims. A smell of decay covers the world, the rising veil of death is everywhere.
These are the ancient woods Those cover the secrets The little spirits, invisible The dance starts at midnight. Burning clouds of thunder His call sounds
Traduzione: Atanatos. Where Is The Love? *.
Traduzione: Atanatos. 7 Sign.