歌词
Season of the undead nears lying waiting the rite spiritual visions appear to fulfill the prophecy
These walls stained by blood of immortality haunted through centiries by souls of morality
Laid down to rest in unholy ground ancient creation man supposed to never appear.
These walls stained by blood of immortality haunted through centiries by souls of morality
Season of the undead nears lying waiting the rite spiritual visions appear to fulfill the prophecy
These walls stained by blood of immortality haunted through centiries by souls of morality
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