Astarte piosenki

Deliver your madness descent the grace Suffer the darkness with joyful hate All devotion a fusion of madness Twist, Nail, Torture No pain or sign of sorrow No age or narrow death No ending or coming evil Deliver your madness descent the grace, Suffe...

The woods are lonely, dark and deep. Stopped between mountains and frozen lake. The darkest evening of the year, I came and wrote upon a cross of wood For the rotting flesh lying under foot. And on the mournful stars gazed up above. The eagle watches fr...