And blood becomes the light, so conducts the night Cold Morta came howling Marking the curse with a five-pointed star Raw grave of torment Screaming now at the moons' dolor We're feeding on the dead A vital lust, longing for blood This wrath born to razors Clawing forth towards the brazen sky This wrath born to razors Raging forth with funereal might And blood becomes the night, so conducts the night Even Forneus, Marquis of Hell cowers now To our phantasmic rule
You must fear the ghost of nightfall When dreams from the sky will stare And feel the breath of our call The moon conducting the nightmare We're feeding on the dead A risen thirst, longing for blood This wrath born to razors Clawing forth towards the brazen sky This wrath born to razors On the grave of your christ, denied This wrath born to razors Raging forth with funereal might And blood becomes the night, so conducts the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
