Initial State
The Great Divide
The eyes and stretced hands- all I perceive-immence drop of uncongeald blood... Children of lies!.. They boast of new faith await for new victims, Available souls For giant meat-grinder of Religion Fit !.. (lead:Anatoly) Awaits for my soul... Awaits for my death!.. Last admission Attemps to ransom are futile No praise for God that's Dead Like gem it'll crown your Gold Chain of Life!..
From Letras Mania