Atra Mors

A soundless realm, an unforgiving place where time seems endless. Its creation concealed; its myth an unparalleled wonder. Light cannot escape the sole purpose of ultimate obliteration. Bending, swirling; a senseless storm which has no rival. Shown a

Lessened in degree, upheavals will be anointed. Final persecution at the very hour, the cowardess invited to be claimed by death. Bent and laid waste to the roots of ancient trees... Their faces twisted, imprisoned and exiled by the principalities of

Instrumental 专辑:Atra Mors 歌手:Evoken 歌曲:Requies Aeterna

Withering inside within these final moments torn from my feeble gaze are the visions of what were to be A merciless chill within these incessant winds embraces this already blackened spirit cursed, and lost in it's own aridity Loathing, and shattered