While wandering the heathen planes of thule A wind of the free, began moaning to me Mournful whistle, an anthem forlorn Ancient, hateful and mighty So intense the spreader preached That the insight became an answer
Win the battle of becoming Be the omnious In ridding a pest Be the belial
The grace of the raging is mine And all the arts of being my master Conspire all archaic evil Dominate the dreadful souls In ridding a pest Be the belial
And hem in the grandiour of yours All heresies and heinous acts of the pagansTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
