Of quenchless radiance twinkle the jewels set onto thy crown Each one's a will on the unique diadem of tyranny Cherish the untrodden lands of almightiness in thine heart Drenched the exquisite nectar of miracles it forever will pulse
Hid far from unworthy profane eyes the Sacred Chalice waits Guarded by the Goiden Dragon, the protector of virtue Only the valiant can tame the claw and the vehement flame Olny the puissante can drink from the Cup which grants immortality
Markee! The one terrible chime... The blackest bell have toled, a sign that thruh the ages Draped in awe the kingdoms of the world Abhorred words sound to my ears like luscious rhimes Pernicious revelations pour from the pulpit of the Antichrist
So, let vent the Cosmical Force in impetuous waves across universal tides The storms shall gather from the four corners of the earth And with one enormous roar announce the Conqueror's rise The one who keeps the Treasures ArcaneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
