Testo The Lake Flower Of Evil Equirhodont
The Ominous Flower bends down,
The deadly lullaby it's singing,
Delightful verses are luring you,
Come closer, come closer.
Time stopped like a bead of sweat,
Dew drops are shining
On the naked bones of the sleepers,
The Flower of Horror is singing for you.
You're falling asleep.
What a beauty awaited me, what delightful enjoyments. Who called me? It was
the Ancestors of my Ancestors. The Messengers of Reasonable Beings.
Beautiful. Noble. Powerful. Demons. It was Them. How I desired to meet Them!
During my existence I have never met them - and now They have called me.