Lord of the Northern Sky, chaos unbound Whose head is a beast, yet has no form Lord of deserts, the mightiest of Gods Whose blade cuts deep the weakened enemy A tribe of sand moves across a sky forlorn I am the Eye within the center, overmastering, devouring As the Serpent do I embrace torment, stinging death Yet through me there is life The moon is dark, sleeping in a desolate ruin Shadows bring my servants, breeding serpents within Lord of Beasts, who cuts with the knife oppression and stasis Let strife run through the veins of all, let mastery be of the strong There is no compassion for those who are not of our blood Praise is made in me, for here darkness begins Tongues of flame, scribe my books of art So infernal, yet I compel the suns scorching rays Lord of the Darkened Skies, yet arise in the Noon Burning sun and deathhead MoonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
