If Thule is to rise Out of base matter and chaos Calling forth it's sons To mate with their true darkness
If Thule is to rise Our war with god won't end With your sleazy ways All the earth would flame
Unripe vengeance, must be served Our war with god won't end Dionysos lives, summoned again Old ones will know our incense burns here
Their poor taste in gods Won't let them see This holocaust of ecstasy
Hearken to my voice And your nymphs still breathe Even when I cease to be Their poor taste in gods Won't let them see This holocaust of ecstasyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
