The Chasm Channeling the Bleeding over the
Dream's Remains Letras:
Floating in this strange mood, I can feel the
return, the coming, the Desert, withthe sun as my
witness, but Blackened, in desolate ways we are
wandering, Bleeding... These geometric agony that
I have stand for all this centuries, expecting the
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arrival of the old rider, The Master of
Mourn...Scream over the Dream's remains, I must
find the root of my Damnation in every drop of the
torid seas of Sin and in every night of Soulless
winds, Bathe in restless Flames, Crush and
Slaughter the False ones... My prophecy of revenge
and destruction, Is rising from my burning chest.
Letras: Channeling the Bleeding over the Dream's Remains
The Chasm [final]