The Final Premonition.

The Final Premonition.
In the suffering's age we live
and the ashes of Death are so close.
And through the silence
the endless scars it burn into depth.
Ice, blood and tears
are embraced to this age.
The pulse of the sun are dying.

A circle of a mighty Death
it take our nature.
The cry of generations prevail.
In the suffering's age we live
and the ashes of Death are so close.
And through the silence
the endless scars it burn into depth.
The endless scars it burn into depth
and the migthy old Death
it let us to grow in the glorious sin.
In scars and sins.
Ice, blood and tears
are embraced to this age.
The pulse of the sun are dying.
To die for this scars.
The circle enclose your soul.
The end of man's time it's so near,
and all empires in ruins
and all begining it's over.
To suffer, we tremble in sin.