Tides Of Agony.

Tides Of Agony.
A game for die.
The end are rised.
To see our Death
at last upcoming
we called to the pain
to a last scape away.
The Death never surrender.
The end arrive
and storm and fire begins.
A sad cry, an rised.
The realms of the Death
are spread in our time.
And again...

I Buried the seed of our pride
in the world that you dream.
We'll never be free of this pain.
Bloody winds of fire
it'll touch the moon.
Father bring back our souls.
A game for die.
The end are rised.
To see our Death
at last upcoming
we called to the pain
to a last scape away.
I buried this seed
to be free in a time
in solitude.