Letra da Música Grief To Master de Noctiferia

Of wretched god and sullen ties
Is nothing hard for me to think
Yet, I rather think of something far
more admisible

Sour face of just thoughts,
I desincline!

Forcing you at cold death torment
Laugh not certain when you die
There is no such hope as the end
No hope is given until you fry

Coventrizing ownself to pus, and
cowardice,
I despise!

A leerlike tantrum in my eyes
Seek no death nor hope
Defile is my foe
Cross the line to life

Cross the line to life!

Heed the seething of my heart
Which I've sent to the burning realms

And even if God gave me torment
And tried to cleanse my soul
A mortal man with mortal sin
Hate within remains

Now life begin!

Twine in thoughts of the arriving
Twine through the archaean
Athwart the etherial luminary singe
I claim the death of pain

Forcedto admit the nature of enough
And rend the cloth of done
The locution enmity is gone
A mortal man with mortal sin
Hate within remains

Heed the seething of my heart
Which I've sent to the burning realms
Heed the seething of my heart
Which I've sent to the burning realms
Ebonrinded now returns Yet pure

Hear not a far cry of fraudulent!
Fear not a far cry of fraudulent
dream...