Tekster:
Old Man S Child The Old Man S Child

me this is finally her death The storm of dust, made by human ash And structures are found The flames have scorched all remains Apocalypse, the slaughter's

beneath what's never been found The portal's thunder roars from beyond And calls on evil to kill the weak In orbit through hell's realm Like clouds drifting

In the mist of the morning light's shadows Triumphant, he stands battered and proud In the dark of the morning light's shades The meadow is red, and the

gar imot sorgenes strommer Vi kriger om makt og alt som skal bli Om aere og dod vi alle mann drommer Jorden er var blodet skal stromme Ferden mot fienden's

Darkness redeem us From saviours of sin Temptations of lust The thorns from within Souls dressed in vanity Drained we shall die Open your eyes And be

afraid My kingdom awaits you One force so black In darkness domain Rest eternal, eternal is mine One soul one fire To light the flame Of the fallen's

messiah, besiege and control Raised in belief of fictions so pale Go to your god and see how you fail Fade away into the dark My child we welcome thee

A world gone blind Delusions never end A world gone wild Where hate is all untamed Flesh will shatter As evil debarks The shades of hope Will slowly

it on the weak Several miles of death's formation They march towards his grace To the cliffs and the abyss of the damned The loss of man, and fall of