There was no mercy for me When sunk in the dark waters of Styx I looked with my dead eyes Into the cosmic suffering The smell of annihilation Mislead by raven passion Into the bottomless abyss Where hell demons and their nightmares feast
Dark angel has lit the torches in the temple of evil In revengeful cacophony tolls a funeral bell Take lower bows - withered plants In a mourning gesture of a finished ceremony
Thousands of years in a dark crypt I wrote serenades Wolf-inspired verses full of loss of light Thousands of years in a dark crypt I counted nights Until ghastly, thirsty saliva thinners your blood
The lead eyelid of time Covered with ancient frost November night Touches the claw of superior evil A grey wolf among the hues of death Recognized his Master’s presence In the dark space he has found Lost plot of his lupus nature
Dark angel has lit the torches in the temple of evil In revengeful cacophony tolls a funeral bell Take lower bows - withered plants In a mourning gesture of a finished ceremony
Stop the mourning, the rose hasn’t withered It’s lit with light of moon’s glow Her shadow dances in the corners of the night Dark incubus raven passion
Thousands of years in a dark crypt I wrote serenades Wolf-inspired verses full of loss of light Thousands of years in a dark crypt I counted nights Until ghastly, thirsty saliva thinners your blood
Cosmic satisfaction of lupus intercourse Tasted like an angel’s kiss I looked indifferently into your fading eyes Which have never got the answer
Thousands of years in a dark crypt I wrote serenades Wolf-inspired verses full of loss of light Thousands of years in a dark crypt I counted nights Until ghastly, thirsty saliva thinners your blood
There was no mercy for me When sunk in the dark waters of Styx I looked with my dead eyes Into the cosmic suffering The smell of annihilation Mislead by raven passion Into the bottomless abyss Where hell demons and their nightmares feast
Dark angel has lit the torches in the temple of evil In revengeful cacophony tolls a funeral bell Take lower bows - withered plants In a mourning gesture of a finished ceremonyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
