At the mountains of old times there is snow, there is fog, there is darkness three men on horses ridding with hate they are wearing black armour they hold shields swords and hammers they ride through a river the horses disappear in the water and earth three ghosts of darkness haunting the forests and valleys the one took his crown of deformed eyes in blood! the ghosts stood in the cave beside the fire and the demons looked at the sky and prayed
guide us Satan open our eyes Satan! Satan!
we release our powers we rule the cosmos Satan! Satan!
we take the skies we enter the gates Satan! Satan!
we desecrate the pure we taste the blood Satan! Satan!
they return with flying horses they fly upon the battlefield the horses are screaming the warriors freeze and gaze to the skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
