Cold steel cuts through the soundless void,
Every heartbeat marks the end of time.
Plans in the shadows, all destroyed,
Bound by the pact of ancient crime.
TREACHERY!
Припев
In circles of black we seal the fate,
The floor is stained with crimson tears.
We are the bringers of this state,
The silence screams, the end is near.
Eyes are hollow, deep and vast,
Clenched fists waiting for the sign.
The die is thrown, the die is cast,
Crossing the forbidden line.
RUIN!
Припев
In circles of black we seal the fate,
The floor is stained with crimson tears.
We are the bringers of this state,
The silence screams, the end is near.
Time drips slowly down the walls,
Sharpening blades in winter’s breath.
Listen to how the darkness calls,
We are the instruments of death.
ENDLESS HORROR!
Murder Pact
© Copyright: Юрий Сергеевич Гордеев, 2026
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