C/Cauldron Born/The Final Incantation / In the Dreaming City
Magic circles etched upon the floor Hours of fasting and prayer Time to open the forbidden door
Triangle of manifestation Call on the Legions Here they will be bound
The Tetragrammaton spoken Bathed in blood spilled fresh Black book of knowlege bound in human flesh
Hours of peering into a black mirror Voices call forth from beyond Hells on top of hells
Liar, treacherer you won't hide behind the cross We were here before you or your puny deities Liar, treacherer, murderer you won't hide behind the cross You looked into the black mirror of your soul
Terror lies when you dream where the gods dream Could I have descended from such vile and evil things And is this what I aspired to evolve to Terror lies when you dream where they dream
Unseen hand, you're knocked to sprawl Flesh is torn out of your belly snakes crawl Hail to thee Infernal Hosts Necromancer, know the ecstacy of sweet Hell, eternally
They found him lying dead beside a square of MarsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
