Athanti Este - Rotting Christ

浣滆瘝 : Tolis
螠伪魏伪蟻喂慰喂 蔚蟽蟿蔚 慰喂 蟿慰位渭畏蟻慰喂
螠伪魏伪蟻喂慰喂 蔚蟽蟿蔚 慰喂 伪渭伪蟻蟿蠅位慰喂
螠伪魏伪蟻喂慰喂 蔚蟽蟿蔚 慰喂 未喂伪蠁慰蟻蔚蟿喂魏慰喂
螘慰蠀蟽慰蠀 未慰魏蔚喂
螠伪魏伪蟻喂慰喂 蔚蟽蟿蔚 慰喂 魏伪蟿伪蟻伪渭蔚谓慰喂
螠伪魏伪蟻喂慰喂 蔚蟽蟿蔚 慰喂 魏蠀谓畏纬慰喂
螘谓蠈蟼 慰谓蔚喂蟻慰蠀 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿喂魏慰喂
螒胃伪谓伪蟿慰喂 蔚蟽蟿蔚 慰喂 未蠀谓伪蟿慰喂
螒胃伪谓伪蟿慰喂 蔚蟽蟿蔚 慰喂 蔚蟻渭畏蟿喂魏慰喂
螒胃伪谓伪蟿慰喂 蔚蟽蟿蔚 慰喂 蟿蟻伪纬喂魏慰喂
螘慰 蟽慰蠀 未慰魏蔚喂
螒胃伪谓伪蟿慰喂 蔚蟽蟿蔚 慰喂 蟻慰渭伪位慰喂
螒胃伪谓伪蟿慰喂 蔚蟽蟿蔚 慰喂 蟿慰位渭畏蟻慰喂
螣未慰喂蟺慰蟻慰喂 蟿蠅谓 伪喂蟽胃畏蟽蔚蠅谓 蟺蟻伪纬渭伪蟿喂魏慰喂
And when the bells of fate sound
Digging your soul deep into the ground
Setting your sense to the bound
Spreading your eminence all around
And when the bells of fate sound
You walk in pathless ways till the dawn
Screaming for salvation so loud
Spreading your indulgence all around
And when the bells of fate sound
Then you immortals stand up and shout
Then you blessed martyrs doubt
Here comes a new age's blow
Slaves of fate instigate
And feel your sword's blazing edge
Your section to the enemy
Wound for the sleepy age
Slaves of fate instigate
And feel your sword's blazing edge
Your section to the enemy
Wound for the sleepy age