Rossomahaar - The Forlorn Existence Of Soul Divine Lyrics
The hammer falls, breeding awe-inspiring wickednessEphemeral in it's regressive condemnationPulsating protoplasma rages upon the burning oceanMirroring the further mental transmigration...The crescent moon grows oldAnd airy castles made of glaring starlightEndure the utter sufferingSparkling in this moonless winternightThe consuming parallels are broken,Perished are the chambers of Utopia...Sacrilegious and hidden, transenflamed and disgorgedInto portals of chaos the Space emerges...