Last Will

Listen, the insane sound of my last thoughts
Like cut-throat your mind and darken my eyes
Rule all directions, turn Altar to grave
Sacrifice on reasons and catch the will of men
…And under all rodies, the enslaved nature is done
The hunger for insanity spring through everything
Raise the arms forged in misfortune
BReak the silence from far away and their mysteries
I’am the onte who’ll take the Path
From below in sulphurg landscapes
Where hope can never dwell
Rule all directions, turn altars to grave
Sacrifice on reasons and catch the will of men
Raise the arms forged in misfortune
BReak the silence from far away and their mysteries