Old battered stones embraced in Dark Reveal the gate to the rite These feeble lights from rusty lamps Drives us so far insane And I feel the eyes of a mourning face They show me the way to the funeral remains They'll come for us to curse the life This silent meeting is recalling the Other Side
Worn veils stolen from the graves become our funeral dress The gleams of burning candles enlighten the rite
This Sorcery provides the answers The Necromancy reveals the way Inside the circle, drawn in the dust The wizard starts the sacrifice Stolen incense is burning slow It's mixed with fumes of virgin blood And we're not allowed now to make mistakes Or evil streams will pass through the gate
Worn veils stolen from the graves become our funeral dress The gleams of burning candles enlighten the rite
Sinister... Sinister... Arise!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
