[Seth] - ...infide parole che silenziosamente si insinuano nella mente debole della creatura di luce invasa,, serpeggianti, ammalianti come la più dolce delle visioni, dal gustoso sapore di nettare sublime... Serpeggiano sinuose frasi fatte, emozioni di carta bagnate dal vermiglio sangue, melodie trasportate dal vento di morte che lentamente, inebriano i sensi deboli. Povero angelo... una fine inesorabile si sta avvicinando e a nulla serviranno le tue candide emozioni, i tuoi pensieri e le tue benevole intenzioni. Troppo finta e densa la rete che ti sta avvolgendo, troppo resistente per poterti liberare. La creatura degli inferi ha fame... troppo tempo è rimasta a digiuno... per troppo ha respirato una melliflua aria ma nulla è servito a saziare il suo camaleontico e disumano appetito.... Nulla... Per ora, silenzioso resta a guardare il tetro guardiano. Le braccia conserte e i vermigli occhi posati sulla creatura e sulla sua angelica preda..... forse un prode essere sbucherà dalla bocca degli inferi per saziare la creatura infernale con quello che merita... o forse no... Il guardiano osserva... Silente e pronto... Sshhh... Ora no... Ci sarà tempo....
DISINCARNATE " DEADSPAWN "
Born With Inhuman Abilities
Communication With The Dead
Necroscopic Transfer
From The Afterlife
Drawn To The Fields Of Mortality
Beckoned By The Restless Souls
Nethworldly Knowledge
Seeps Into The Mind
Deathless Being, From Beyond
A Sepulchral Voice, Incorporeal
Unseen Presence, Ancient Fiend
I Bequeath The Night Into Thee
Entity Of Immense Evil
Lying Stagnant, Shackled In The Earth
Undead And Buried For Centuries
Crying Out In Crimson Lust
Corpses Call, Up From Their Tombs
Silently, Dead Thoughts Are Exhumed
Drawing Strength From Rotted Minds
Defying Death, Transcending Time
Echoing From Rancid Depths
Ghastly Voices Of Unrest
Cries Of Fear From Lives Passed On
Summoning The Deadspawn
Warned Of The Evil Left Behind
And Of Perils Yet To Come
Excavating Wisdom
Of The Teeming Dead
Torm From His Mortal Existence
Retreat Into The Continiuum
Disembodied Spectre
Necroscope Lives On
Deathless Being, From Beyond
A Sepulchral Voice, Incorporeal
Unseen Presence, Ancient Fiend
I Bequeath The Night Into Thee
Entity Of Immense Evil
Lying Stagnant, Shackled In The Earth
Undead And Buried For Centuries
Crying Out In Crimson Lust
Echoing From Rancid Depths
Ghastly Voices Of Unrest
Cries Of Fear From Lives Passed On
Summoning The Deadspawn
Born With Inhuman Abilities
Communication With The Dead
Necroscopic Transfer
From The Afterlife
Drawn To The Fields Of Mortality
Beckoned By The Restless Souls
Nethworldly Knowledge
Seeps Into The Mind
Deathless Being, From Beyond
A Sepulchral Voice, Incorporeal
Unseen Presence, Ancient Fiend
I Bequeath The Night Into Thee
Entity Of Immense Evil
Lying Stagnant, Shackled In The Earth
Undead And Buried For Centuries
Crying Out In Crimson Lust
Corpses Call, Up From Their Tombs
Silently, Dead Thoughts Are Exhumed
Drawing Strength From Rotted Minds
Defying Death, Transcending Time
Echoing From Rancid Depths
Ghastly Voices Of Unrest
Cries Of Fear From Lives Passed On
Summoning The Deadspawn
Warned Of The Evil Left Behind
And Of Perils Yet To Come
Excavating Wisdom
Of The Teeming Dead
Torm From His Mortal Existence
Retreat Into The Continiuum
Disembodied Spectre
Necroscope Lives On
Deathless Being, From Beyond
A Sepulchral Voice, Incorporeal
Unseen Presence, Ancient Fiend
I Bequeath The Night Into Thee
Entity Of Immense Evil
Lying Stagnant, Shackled In The Earth
Undead And Buried For Centuries
Crying Out In Crimson Lust
Echoing From Rancid Depths
Ghastly Voices Of Unrest
Cries Of Fear From Lives Passed On
Summoning The Deadspawn
[Necrolust] - Uhmmmm.... e si... il suo pensiero è ancora vivo... e credo che sempre lo sarà...
See Ya.
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