Bukavac & Tahazu piosenki

The thirst drives the dark count on hunting for his senorita of the night, a queen to be, feast, drink, dressed for the day, los muertos at dawn, drink, feast, messed hair drapes that sweet neck, a queen to be, rule the night with thee, drink, feast 

Wasted, dried in the sun, obscured mirage a winged beast beckoning to follow. Stumble across the rocks and sand, follow the creature to the great surprise, follow the beast of the sand, beckons, the monster. Trudge over the dunes immersed in the drumlike beati...

The return from the chasm what delights all have to see, power for thee, a great gift from the dark lord, master of demons and light, serve, serve, embrace the dark, smoke billows from their gaping mouths.​ 

Endless Wasteland