Тексты песен Ancient Creation

(Pre Verse) Circling the sky, Angel of Death and I The scent of your rot is nothing if not for Carrion. Three day sun of Grief is not yet done We darken your door numb you before you can run (Verse 1.

(V1.) To rest with fury, My soul will flee Impeccable despise, At the evil things I see Anger is a thing, I once was told Molded in my making, Not in my mold (V2.) A Savior was he, Oh how he new Cold