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  • Текст песни Unblessed Divine - The Glorious Flames

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    (Oh)

    The darkness fills the skies
    To protect the body and then tear a new
    In a painless death we fly
    Confusion sets in
    You can only ask why

    The pain is unimaginary
    Can you feel the might of the darkness

    Endless cycles of death
    Within the mind, within the soul

    Delight in our path to the seething grasp
    It's so pure and real
    Can you feel the might of the dark
    Can you feel it now?

    Fingers in the soil
    Can you beckon me now
    It's time for me
    Can you feel the might of the dark
    Can you feel it now?

    (Angels crisp in torture
    The fires below make sure
    We stoke the flames in glee
    Fumes of the wings excite

    Flesh drips from their bones
    They start to weaken
    Angels die in a fiery light
    The glorious flames below)

    I trap worlds in my wrath
    Grasp and crush all the lives
    When storms and quakes unite
    I enter the portal to darkness

    Can you feel his splendor?
    Can you feel his might?
    (Ah)

    Angels crisp in torture
    Below make sure
    We stoke the flames in glee
    Fumes of the wings excite

    Flesh drips from their bones
    They start to weaken
    Angels die in a fiery light
    The glorious flames are mine
    Are mine

    (We are lying in tombs
    That we built for our enemies
    Like larvaes we crawl
    Deep into guts of this universe
    And we ejaculate our will
    That is yet to invade
    And storm wherever
    You all imagined
    You could preserve)

    Angels crisp in torture
    Below make sure
    We stoke the flames in glee
    Fumes of the wings excite
    Flesh drips from their bones
    They start to weaken
    Angels die in a fiery light
    The glorious flames below are mine

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