A dead holy icon with tears of blood the morbid saint's praying for his death
Screams of pain from the deepest abyss the maccabre dance.. listen to the spells of death In the shuddering silence of the snowy night Under the shadow of death..
Strange figures dancing the maccabre dance around me My sins are falling with the impetuous rain my thoughts are wandering into centuries by the side of the wind and the shuddering silence of the snowy night
Screams of pain from the deepest abyss the maccabre dance.. listen to the spells of death In the shuddering silence of the snowy night Under the shadow of death..
From my dark chamber reaching again funeral shades walk beyond my soul Infernal forces from the bowels of the earth there where the ancient skull chants
Howling winds follow you Eerie sounds haunt you Spirits walk on the funeral fire Above the mist that covers the valleys of death
In flames the temple of god sharp nails of death fullfilled are all the prophecies the Ancient ones they came true..
There where the light of the moon dying slowly in the dark Screams of desperation, dreadful shadows covered the yelling in their silence...
Travelling through the rivers of death Shadows grow stronger with your fear Old spirits has fallen into eternal oblivion down there in the deepest abyss of Tartarus...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
