This Vale - Curse - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I stand before the altar of the lord

Nothing matters anymore

We Will thin out of heard at his last

We Will revive our father's past

Satsns's Gates Will open before us

All the sinners Will regret their acts

In the cradle of night, and in the shadow yours

Human scourge is coming, it cannot be stopped

Curse. Our filthy world. I hope. Their skull crumble. Rivers of blood are flowing. My prayer is heard. I find the place. Where are they. Will. Rotting!!

My anger overwhelms me

Peneterates inside and accumulate for years

Only strong must remain. But unfortunatly, we are not

I will sacrifice myself to the sake of creating a New world

Dreaming about New empire, no tyranny, just New order

Heil satan, Heil my lord, i've been waiting for you to come

im ready to kill myself to make things better