Sorrowseed - Golden Plague | Текст Иностранной Песни
It is a merciful blight to bring about their end For even vermin would not envy the world they have designed A Golden Age where men have become as herd beasts Festering meat
Sorrowseed - The Astral Harvest | Текст Иностранной Песни
Astral servitors drone Upon horns and pipes in sonorous monotone To announce the Old Ones' arrival As the portal yawns from the bowels of the void Screaming from
Sorrowseed - Artillery Ghosts | Текст Иностранной Песни
(The stygian battery is primed to extinguish...) Artillery contrived through the pulse of the spirits Claimed within the umbral webs The coffin shells creep slowly across the
Sorrowseed - Necropolis March | Текст Иностранной Песни
Gather in the trenches Gather, one and all Gather in the killing fields To amass and gnaw upon the fortress walls... Here the flames of carnage burn the weakest of
Sorrowseed - Reaping Requiem | Текст Иностранной Песни
Part I Violent Fecundity A gift for humanity My violent fecundity The Harvest Time has come to be I lay the world to rest. Mortals pleading for release
Sorrowseed - The Litany | Текст Иностранной Песни
Once I was a mortal man Now I traverse the realms beyond The material plane is but a crossroads The epicenter of a temporal abyss. Anchored by the webs of stasis
Sorrowseed - Stygian Athenaeum | Текст Иностранной Песни
Enter into the forbidden realms of dire enlightenment The tomes and scrolls sealed away by the ascendant gods To stand upon the precipice of lore and derangement Pierce through
Sorrowseed - The Nemesis Engine | Текст Иностранной Песни
Feeding the machine Driven by morbid avarice (your) weakness and fear Replaced with valor for your Queen It is with pleasure I extract your beating heart your
Sorrowseed - Sepulcher Legionnaires | Текст Иностранной Песни
Thanatotic designs upon the blacksmith's altar Enhanced implements of annihilation; fallen infantry equipped for war. Behold: the Sepulcher Legionnaires! The frontline
Sorrowseed - Circle Of False Gods | Текст Иностранной Песни
(Part 1: The Endless Circle) You truly have no purpose to question why As frail truth breeds only slaves to a lie Falsehood stitched to a shroud of deception Daily