Shrieks from the deep have awakened my soul. Into the black forest I must set my course To seen for a life beyond knowledge of man And gather the strength to complete my revenge.
My life is so wasted and so is my faith My journey help to slay all that was there And complete the circle and become supreme And release my hate upon killers of dreams.
My hunger for this power set agony in my soul Towers stand tall and crowded with entities old The arcane is waiting to take me into their own.
At last at the gates I see the medieval fortress In absence of light I summon these forces By some hind of spell I fall into dementia And unleash my hell drawn by sinful inertia.
I get to the glory of my insipid moment Not knowing my fate and my infinite ill favor And give then my soul and my night to surrender
My hunger for this power sets agony in my soul Towers stand tall and crowded whit entities of old The arcane is waiting to take me into their own.
Hail, the iris of wisdom Hail, the martyr of treason Plagues you'll taste through the ages As marked in red pages I march my way through the fire Bleeding desire They can taste with their feeble touch My agonizing soul.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
