Hauntings of the specters forming fear The war of all the plague of night is now revealed The shaman is calling to the sphere of terror and hidden knowledge
The force of darkness that enshrouds the initiates aim While in final hours we know that we will be victorious For the will of the light is weak in its eroded hope When the black energies of our kind unite The fields are stained with the blood of a dark purpose
And this blasphemy was lashed forth from a forked tongue The heavens became a flaming inferno
The somber gloom of the light's day before our war Has turned into a day in which priest's blood has spilled on horizon's of hope And in rich crimson the dusk is covered in sheep's blood On the throne of man we sit smiling, our triumph has come
Death, salvation of humanity Though no one can ease my hunger A lost plane of knowledge left dormant for centuries Vistas of realities unveiled for heavenly desecration Darkness takes consciousness in full form
Pacing slowly through dark forests the chilling effect of the night The calling of nocturnal majesties brought upon destroyed ruins The witch unfolds the parchment paper To become a slave of the coven's need So she spoke the words of enchanting praise
The fallacy of human to impel themselves into being humble In times of sickness we thing we could fail But all I can see in the distance Is the burning funeral pyres in the dead of night The beast has arisen from it's sleep to conquer this world For its time was brought by the coming of wolvesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
