AEALO

[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

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

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