All the stars in the north are dead now

All the morals of wasted human... Debris



Walk with me into the night

Do not remove the cobwebs

of war clinging to your face

They will bell of pains unknown



All the stars in the north are dead now

All the morals of wasted human debris



Torn to pieces-handcrafted delirium

One war remains - WAR of everything



tanto magis infra se cecidit

quanto magis so contra gloriam

sui conditoris erexit