am back, more evil than before I am cruel, my heart is down the floor Don't ask me why, I tell no lie I am the son of solstice.
Превод: Артефакт. Антарес / Сон Оф Солстице.
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Come from ancient civilizations of millenar centuries Menhir keeps its full magic power through the ages Under the banner of the stone, don't fear the
Spit in a graveyard, after having lived hell Live at the mercy of an evil gloomy spell Possessed by an overactive force Guided through a hole of perversion
Black ships on fire, haunting the sea Definding their homes, against the wind Battalions of fear, resisting the onslaught Retriving the faith, in deep
To a all setherials, the weaker ones To shatter and kill and make the world fall in the dark Call me insane, make me starve, but you can't make me fight
