Sytris piosenki

Oh! Bottomless abyss! Open your gates! for the dead children of world! A world broken like a crystal in thousand pieces covered with blood and miserable entrails Downward! To break partially rotten neck! spill the depraved blood crush the decayed bones...

Between decaying worlds sculptured in black marble and chained in hate amongst the dead silence contemplating the radical form of hate Odium Generis Humani "(...) I'm sending You a frozen smile, Cached by the icicles, among these falling snowflakes Up...