It's born from the depth darkening the apparent quiet of the soul Without pain, sovereign of the depth silence As a king sit down on his throne of loneliness It shines in the soul the star of the melancholy
It advances audacious child of the time The keeper of the threshold unsheathes his flaming sword Rebellious spirit fallen by the throne of God To conduct you over the doors of the Great Abyss
To the presence of holder of the secret depths of the Cosmos He who possess the secret of the Great Arcane The lord of the metals, the sovereign of the treasures Hidden in the igneous bowel of the earth, our Lapis philosophorum
He listens to your silence among unexplored paths It observes your pain While the last tear ploughs your face You kill your fear
Another footstep and the abyss you protect now from him A depth cold insinuates him in your heart Until the last drop of your blood you won't be offered On the altar of the liberty, you keep on fighting
You die in the depth, suffocating your cries of pain The last gasp of sorrow, bravely fight in your heart It crosses the thresholds of the sensitive one You come in that immense sideral spaces
Over the life and death, and finally freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
