Sacramentum The Coming Of Chaos
I stand at the fate of a dying world.
I look upon a sky that wears the colour of devastation.
Loud mumbles are heard that were chanted ages ago.
The moon is dancing in a chaos of visions, bloodred
colours that penetrates mind and soul my head is to
explode, my body dies.
It´s coming, the coming of chaos.
Chaos come, chaos come closer.
