Nightmist on the lake of Llewellyn Dark arts in the absence of light Midst surrounding mountains howls the wind
Ancient sings of revelations Dark riders on the fields at night A restless soul undeceased
A tomb lies open in the cryptic light Ol' lord he's awaken and there's hell to wait Ancient secrets of Pendragon will befall All prayers will fade away in futility
An ensing of old order A pilgrim of black magistry He has slumbered now Past centuries
All spry and dreamless Paralyzed in Alchemical sleep No prison can withhold him now No more
Arcane arts In his mind he wanders in the wilds His signet is the cross of roses And all emblems of foul sorcery
Now is the time of cosmic alignment Constellations will be correct An occult ritual to release the powers Of thy lord below shall soon prevail
All sacrificial Sorceries have now been concealed Following this night he'll live now forever Spawn into an infinite existence
An altar cast with a symbol of evil A burning star in a pentacle form In the gloom of a myriad candles Our heads all swimming in Alchemical fumes
All hail now to the lord of the deeps At long last the ritual is complete
A houndred-faced demon And an arcane deathrite All this now left astern By surprising suspend Site of ritual scorched away In conflagration Vague memories and ashes Is all that remains
Now deceased unprecedented He's back in his grave In his eyes an expression Of terrible violent fear Old heired mausoleum In its all twisted brilliance A vile crimson thorn of death Pierced through his heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
