When the forces of utter chaos, ruled the land of Barbarian Majesy.
The lords of ancient cruelty were the Architects of Apocalyping empires,
a legion so foul and strong, their wicked souls, Madness to the extreme,
but with a bright sense of will and pride.
Dressed in putrefaction and gore, Kings of the universe of the Deceased,
They were the main fiendish fear, they are the spirits that will reign again,
they swore to return to spread the suffering, and with anxiety my heart is pound
ing faster, as I wait,
'coz I'm part of their Immortal blood....and together we shall bring our past al
ive.
Apocalypse Sözleri, AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır.
http://www.akormerkezi.com
İçerik Kısa Linki:
Beğendiniz mi? Apocalypse Sözleri sayfasını Şimdi paylaşın:
Üye Girişi
Favorilere Ekle
Postala
Yazıcı Dostu