The Final Premonition Paroles

are embraced to this age.
The pulse of the are dying.

A circle of a mighty Death
it take our nature.
The cry of generations prevail.

In the suffering's age we live
and the ashes of Death are so close.
And through the silence the endless
scars it burn into depth.

The endless scars it burn into depth,
and the migthy old Death
it let us to grow in the glorious sin.
In scars and sins.

Ice, blood and tears
are embraced to this age.
The pulse of the are dying. and all empires in ruins
and all begining it's over.
To suffer, we tremble in sin