Ethereal Pandemonium - Kaos Al-khemy текст песни

And thou, the ascetic whore of all,
Whom all disasters did befall,
Before settled upon my soil and stood as a cause to all my toil,
I demand thee, release

Feeling of loss in my self did emboss,
Such disastrous you are when you open my scar,
Waters of ocean take all my devotion,
May God's hidden mask cover all that I ask,
The pain may it sever, for now and for never,
For words do not ache, should my thoughts turn to fake?
Empty the shell from the liquid of hell,
Be the face from the black that commands the attack,
My demand to release all that should be released,
From the brain and the throat, from the lamb and the goat

Whirlwinds ablaze – Thunder driven fire
Elements decay – Thousand one desires
The massive wooden factory tonight my calling answered
And mirrors staring back acknowledged

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