Wings Of Eschaton
Décembre Noir
Rough colliding waves, forced to drown this world
By a raging bluster, in consequence of mankind’s guilt
With every further second, the ocean of unrest
Slops over, over and over, certain death
Colliding waves, forced to drown
Under the wings of eschaton
My pleasure
I don’t know how long I was yearning
For this era to come
This is the era of deliverance
I can see the void that lives inside myself
Written in every face
The void that livеs inside yourself
For this era to comе
I don’t know how long we were yearning
Until the terminal breath in human history
Until the last pulsation lapses into silence
The wings of eschaton will whip up the sea
To drown all of us in the ocean of unrest
The autopurification of the planet is irresistible
Welcome to the long awaited end, my pleasure
The end of the human race
Rough colliding waves, forced to drown this world
By a raging bluster, in consequence of mankind’s guilt
The wings of eschaton will whip up the sea