Far away in the hills... an ancient fire burns Our black coven has gathered For the coming of him... wolf's blood Far away in the hills... witches are chanting They are chanting and dancing Rentum Tormentum
The priest calls forth to the altar slave Prepare the virgin for sacrifice He raises ritual dagger and plunges forth Her hands raise to ask why? The offer blood is sustenance for our gods
Far away in the hills... an ancient fire burns Far away in the hills... witches are chanting The ancient hymn of a past now reborn Rentum Tormentum
Blood of our sacrifice Drips into the baptismal choice Carved from the skull of goat
Orgies, lust, perversions All desires of hell now commence We raise the blood filled chalice And baptize the infant, wolf's blood
Far away in the hills... an ancient fire burns Far away in the hills... witches are chanting The ancient hymn of a past now reborn Rentum Tormentum
And with him darkness has come No one from our plague We laugh at the worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
