Pagan

Devilish Winds In The Void/ Take Up Thy Arms

Pagan


The icy cold of the devilish wind of emptiness 
Penetrates thoughts, 
Filling the blood with hatred, 
Devastating the mind 
There is no place left 
For pity and mercy 
Only contempt and hatred 
To the sheep instincts 
Having trampled all "holy" 
In the world of illusive realities 
And desires... 
Only one emptiness 
Where the icy cold and hatred rule 
The law is one - 
Icy cold mind 
Raise the weapon... 
Devilish wind in emptiness...