Symbols Of Bloodswords - Mayhem

All the stars in the North are dead now

All hte morals of wasted human… Debris

Walk with me into the night

Do not remove the cobwebs

or war clinging to your face

They will tell of pains unknown

All the stars in the North are dead now

All the morals of wasted human debris

Torn to pieces — handcafted delirium

One war remians — WAR of everything

Tanto magis infra e cecidit

quanto magis so contra gloriam

sui conditoris erexit