“It is an heretic that makes the fire, not she which burns in't.” William Shakespeare
Sanctus spiritus Dominus angelus Filium hominis Paenitentiam
In nomine patris I saw seven gold vessels burning In nomine patris And his eyes were a flame of fire In his hand seven stars He looked me like a shining sun Speaking words of prophecy He have the keys of hell and death
Sanctus spiritus Dominus angelus Filium hominis Paenitentiam
Omega The lamb has spoken Omega The first seal was broken From you I was condemned to death All my words were a waste of breath Now there is no turning back This is the end of the season of man
Wrath Wrath Wrath Wrath
Sanctus spiritus Dominus angelus Filium hominis PaenitentiamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
