Mirrorgallery

from The Formed Filth Enigma by Ashen Epitaph

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lyrics

In the grave of history,
the questions are unanswered
but the paper and the pen are ready.
Fortune is killed in the war,
the packet of lies are written
But the sinners are not the ones who suffer
Velvet armchairs, beautiful chandeliers,
fine feast for everyone
this peace only lasts for a short time
Peril will come again
the story is beginning from the future
the judgements are born

Everyone is a sinner, but not yet born
stinking the air in the castle
the theories are lined up.
Drawing human destinies
with a smile on their faces
nobody knows who was the whore.
Primitive winners will be happy
on the graves will be dancing
preparing for the brighter future.
Machinations from the winners
Borders drawn from the other continent,
the other side must be in silence

The country's name with black letters,
obituaries on the trees
Who is judging above the fates.
The mountains will be lower,
the rivers will be shorter,
the clouds arrive from the west.
Stolen valleys and borrowed graves,
the voices of new kings are in the air
Tears in the faces of millions,
Mournful castle with mournful mirrors,
gravediggers are satisfied,
Reckoning will be in hell!