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Thyestean Feast Cycles Of Worldburn

Превод: Thyestean празника. Цикли на Worldburn.

Silence, for the moment absurd draws near Defiance, reaching for all that is pain Fear of fate to feed Souls to my own belief There were no ardours

Come to domes of remorse Summoned be the first of my four beasts Rip bare the omens of cross Inhale the words, trueborn disease Beheld, White horse

now parched and gone Mortify all sins of man and deeds long done Be tamed for slavery Gorges in my flesh bare faiths decay Where swollen heart feasts

Kneel, Before the sunset of epoch Eve of omens gathers me To weep the fall of Astraea Seals, Of shaped dogmas famish Misery forges stream anthems, Lies

Skins of mask are flayed and torn Abrasions and scars hide face forlorn Borrowed sunshine seems profane Sorrow drains frozen emotions Pale feathers