Evilwinged Songs of The Tragic Centuries Lyrics

Harken, the spheres, and mourn in your false images, in your empty loons of hollow existence
- Temporal and unsure is the permanency of your mundane pacified satysfaction
To the Fire belongs the primordial principle of Blood. To the Ice belongs the primordial principle of Thought.
Full is a Chalice of Blood, By the Venom of Invasion the Steel of the Sword will redden with an Icepurest Hatred to fulfill the Thought To mutilate the soul with the fierce howling of the winds, to wound the inspiration of the emotions
- Towards the Frenzy To reveal the streams of blood
Which drives the Spirit into the Movement of the Indepth Pain
Pain of the Pains Revelation To mutilate the soul with the fierce howling of the winds of an Icepurest Hatred Fulfill the Thoughts wounding the inspiration of the emotions towards the Frenzy To reveal the jesus which must be impaled
And your mundane satisfied permanency which must be impaled Harken, the Inhabitants of these spheres and mourn
Below these Evilwinged Songs of the Tragic Centuries