The Return Of The Black Flames
Evil Poetry
Across the time We've spilled blood Impulsed by hate awating for revenge, drowning the lie forever burns the fire, We'll drink that triumph and we'll raise our souls. The true world is not for the weaks the dunes will surround then destructive cyclone! blaspheme damnation! Eternal pride of brave spirit brandinshing our swords with strenght like a giant monster killing without mercy. Out of pain i'ts awakeing of death, now all have to be black, changing our power and our wings.