Retreat, divide
What moved, what blurred
What spun, what changed
Our perception of reality?
Awaiting the battle, destined
Reflecting the ending desired
On bloodstained soil
The circles meet
Face him
On bloodstained soil
The fog dispersed
Come forth
A new enemy
Unknown, begone
It stirs, it tears
It rips, it shreds
The bizarre nature of our kind
Awaiting the battle, destined
Reflecting the ending desired
On bloodstained soil
The circles meet
Face him
On bloodstained soil
The fog dispersed
Come forth
A new enemy
Awaiting the battle, destined
Reflecting the ending desired
On bloodstained soil
The circles meet
Face him
On bloodstained soil
The fog dispersed
Come forth
A new enemy
For what, for whom?
No rule, no sense
Den Siste
Autor: Satyricon
Album: The Age Of Nero