Meeting of the five wise Alone when winter’s done the circle convenes amongst the monolith Five priests shall stand to summon the blackened one the essence clutched in his grip
The dark one manifests smoke across the land eyes glowing like fire he takes a long breath Turns to the wise man “Follow the left hand…”
The left hand pass!
Smoke fills each of their lungs Demons descend from above The king now sits on his throne Until the whole world is stonedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
