Awaiting for the magical black feast, the ceremony of the black oath shall begin
Under the ritual of the dark priests towards the passage of the mystical black oath
Once again guide us to the world of sin facing the day of wrath that coming closer The false holiness is for the weak at the new dawn the honour of their god will disappear
Under the sign of a misty baphomet We summon for the stygian kingdoms...
The dark priests isolated in their apocryphal cave near the spooky mountains and forests old shadows they invoke, the candles still burning for the ancient black flame is eternally alive
I'm drawing the death with my fantasy create rivers with flaming tears Like apparent death in my dreams guide me through the fog and silence to the gloomy skies
Dressed in black and kiss the dead dreadful shadows follow the lifeless old man wearing the ancestral veil and dancing in the wind as the witchcraft perish slowly in the sky
I saw up there the crescent that was rotting in the shadow of death In the surface of the lake I can't see my face but another strange hallucination
With their wretched nails cuts the wrinkled skin Immolate the purity's blood across the fields...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
