I summon thee From the heavenly halls I summon thee From the depths of hell The present voice of Those of spirit and flesh Sound feeble Is dying
This life s Being consumed Rotting wings All around This place of hate And madness Is on their Weak shoulders
A silent prayer To the past Awake the Exalted one May thy eyes Rest upon us all Restore the Kingdom of will
The gates of time Guards of fools Are falling to pieces At the stake The masks of The dead Shall burn BurnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.