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many names throughout the years Still they all mean the same, man burning in his fears The Anti-Christ will come and rise up through the sea The Dreams of Eschaton
Fly, fly high my Black Eagle Let golden thread bind our eyes May our minds and hearts blood unite On your wings carry me over the abyss Beyond The
can of worms that feed our minds The heaven seen by those who lead is hell concealed The seers of the Eschaton Torn in compartmentalization Scorn, the
翻訳: 終末. 完熟の饗宴.
翻訳: 終末. 裏切りパートII.
翻訳: 終末. 偽の尊厳.
翻訳: 終末. Hollowの賛辞.
翻訳: 終末. 病的な予言.
翻訳: 終末. 裏切り.
翻訳: 終末. ミザリーに包ま.
翻訳: 終末. 失敗回避の苦しみ.
翻訳: 救世主. のeschatonドリームズオブ.
of worms that feed our minds The heaven seen by those who lead is hell concealed The seers of the Eschaton Torn in compartmentalization Scorn, the
Sold as a slave, the prince returned, brave, Starring down at his father's grave, Crying revenge! Raise our banners high, Feed them fear and sorrow,
Gray, and brittle, Now shunned, This blasted heath. Once, fields of green and bountifulness, Grew, trees and crops, profusely. Up, in the sky, through
The date: September 2nd 1930 We sailed from Boston harbor, leaving eagerly A quest of knowledge do we crave Mustered for the occasion were men of righteous
Rise of the carnage, Price for all knowledge, Strife, everlasting, Dawn of a new age. Since the beginning of time, man has fought his peers. Discovery