Obruthion The Way To The Past
Feelings of despair in the air,
the night opening its lap at last.
Fear is not present, not anymore,
this is the only way to get
the misery profound out from the
minds of the people.
Everything has been drained away
from the souls of these pathetic beings.
They feel joy no more, the torments
have been a punishment that have
destroyed everything that has been
precious to them.
Into the darkness they must now go,
to those who have called them for ages.
All hope has been given up,
nothing matters from this day forward,
all is lost once and for all.
It's The Trickster that has driven them into this.
He who lives in all of us,
many forms has he took,
many names has he been given and yet
no one can know what he is about.
The world will be set into flames!
The earth itself shall grumble beneath our feet!
Great wrath shall come upon those
who have been faithful!
The world will sink to the sea!
All of it will fall but it will be born again!
We shall all watch as the world as we know it
will disappears from our sight and shall be
dragged into the very heart of darkness itself.
