Acolytes of Moros piosenki

Lying in your bed Feeling the relaxation Take over your body The mind starts to drift away Towards uncontrolled thoughts That you realize are controlled But untamed and new Heavy vibrations runs through your body From your feet to your face The vibrations ar...

Frozen, so frozen The snow surrounds you Chilling miserable thoughts cross your mind As you think of a way out of this frozen wasteland When the cold winds blow And you start to tremble in despair You start to think back Of what you have done during your li...

Vast desert lands inhabitated by vapid creatures Soulless marionettes dancing under the crucifix Dressed in emotionless masks of rotting flesh Leading the children to the sacrifical chamber As the women are raped for fun at the amphitheatre And the old o...

Meditation Leading to trance-like states of mind Allowing you to explore The lost realms, long forgotten Is this a dream or is this real? The truth lies before you As you enter the twilight zone Pitchblack sight, unable to see By physical means Floa...

Every day is the same Standing in the light of day Yet I feel no warmth No surge of happiness No strength to move forward Every night is the same Shrouding myself in the dark I feel so cold, so old Fighting with anxiety Always doomed to lose Shadows of the n...

Meaningless... A word that keeps coming back to me If everything will end in due time What is the use of trying? The feeling of joy returns once in a while But it will always be short-lived Being blind to the side-effects; The blow will be harder every time...

Once again you see the darkness of doom (Stand) before you The hourglass is broken, beyond repair The sands of time are about to run out Vanishing before your eyes Upon the Altar of Moros The Acolytes are chanting Worshippers of the personification of...

I see black shapes following people in the streets Hidden from view, unperceived but by me Silently they walk behind us And silently I watch them walk I have seen them before I know now what they are They're our demons spreading misery wherever we go With twi...

The towering trees in the forests are long rows of headstones With roots braiding our remains The ancient snow-clad mountain slopes are an abode of souls Drifting under the cerulean skies The shifting sand dunes of the desert are a procession of hearses Carr...