There's something weird in the face of the dead That made the candles flicker restlessly The ritual burial of baron of Eybes The magnum opus of his life
The mass was held on the easter vigil his final will of heresy
Bloom crept in through the rose windows The chorales sounded strangely dull The wicked knocked at the eastern door During the tract the priest ran pale
Though the lay dead They felt him near And shivered waiting for the dawn The priest : "It will burn his soul" The baron : "...If not by break of dawn I eat yours"
IV. Adversity
V. The Rise Of Dawn
VI. Slaughter Of The Meek
VII. Baphomet Rises
A vulture on carrion the dawn sat On the horizon of endless time The Janus fate risesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.