Procreator of the stillborn kin Caress the flame I carry within So it may my loyal hands guide And allow the spear to strike with pride
Shroud this world with your veil May it have an everlasting reign One with the opposer, the light's bane Followers of the golden carriage wail
Under the light of a dying star I kneel Raising the chalice for my mother to fill Possesed yet blessed the vow I seal So the truth I may taste and illusions kill
In dreams, to her I am drawn close Now until forever, true to what I chose On dying soil blood will be shed Following the path few dare to tread
Great temptress of the darkened skies Appear once more before my eyes It's for your left hand I reach so that I may the barriers breach
Under the light of a dying star I kneel Raising the chalice for my mother to fill Possesed yet blessed the vow I seal So the truth I may taste and illusions kill
Seduced by her, the serpent rise, to claim the prize Pushing through the gate, to seal the fate, in her glorious chamberTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
