Gather ye mighty Ones, All above the skies! Cast your spells over these mortals!
And they shall vanish As Babylon in fire, But the red roses blow On the broken ruins of Tyre
Majesty! Rise! Weaving spiders come not here! Great Fire! Burn!
Ye never gonna learn That to me ye cannot pray? Year after year ye call me In this place
Lifting your puny shouts Of triumph to the skies, You turn your eyes to me, But you don't see me at all...
Venerate me once again, Oh with these flames! Which hither ye have brought From the regions, I reign
To dream you conquer care, Ye fools and priests Hail to eternal fire! Once again I set thou free!
We beseech thee!
Touch the world of man! With blinding eyes Open their mind to follow The memories of the past
Rise up to everlasting spires, As joyous funeral march! Remember my ancient promise: You'll never die!
Ye, who see in the dark! In your leafy Temple, Thine eyes glow Prince of all mortal wisdom, Let the cold darkness Grow...
Blind fools of ages, Abyss in their eyes! Oh, my Light! I start the fires of hate, On their funeral pyre!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
