AEALO

§'Ў• 'Ў• њ• њ'љЎ' љ'Ё• њ• Rage and fight •'› - –- March and fright •'› - ЁҐ§- And now that dawn breaks Behind the eyes And it's lightness delivered By the screams Just feeling my face frozen Just seeing my life chosen by §'Ў• 'Ў• њ• њ'љЎ' љ'Ё• њ• Arm

ΦΡΙΚΩΔΗΣ ΤΕΚΝΑ ΚΑΤΑΡΕΣ ΔΑΙΜΟΝΩΝ ΒΡΩΣΗΣ ΣΚΙΑ ΑΝΑΙΜΑΚΤΟΣ Woe, pain, blood lead us Now that we end up with fire Some strident curses come from higher Woe, pain, blood lead us We are the nights' atrocious sons We come from strange locus named Neverland A

[ti:Pir Threontai] [ar:Rotting Christ] [al:Aealo] [offset:0] [00:19.74]In the age of gold we sculpt with deads [00:24.55]In the age of liberty the dread is reigning [00:29.36]In the age of wealth we waste flames [00:34.30]But the flames are known to