world (we are possessed) Out of the maze, with clearsight - cold eyes at the world Out of the maze, with clearsight - not poisoned by your fraud (we are possessed
Mourning the decay Bitter ungodly enemy cast into heavy woe Left in the corner of the world (we are possessed) Out of the maze, with clearsight - at
in these dreams of demons Wondering how he could open the gate to dark medieval times And bring forth to the domains of Satyricon Two great spears and
ash before my pressured eyes Nothingness turns to nothingness And my imagination fades like dustclouds over This deserted land feel to now satyricon
Vertimas: Satyricon. Valdas Iš.
