For thousands of years the freezing wind Stroked the grave idly and persistently In a slow exhumation act He unearthed ancient truths
Holy flames courted death with darkness for too long Swallowing the wood of old torches
Revenge blasting with its extent In a contemptuous pose lay in shade She knew, she – the hellish whore How much she was longed for
Satan’s whore, cursed in legends Like the darkest stormy nights Unearthed womb, loved in circles Like the darkest stormy nights
He who stands to fight at her holy side Will lift a black sword in a Maltese carnage He who blunts the blade of the holy sword Will spit blasphemies from her filthy womb
Satan’s whore, cursed in legends Like the darkest stormy nights Unearthed womb, loved in circles Like the darkest stormy nights
Like the darkest stormy nights …
Satan’s whore, cursed in legends Like the darkest stormy nights Unearthed womb, loved in circles Like the darkest stormy nights …
Blades of holy arms Will flash in the moon’s flare The essence of Hades Will foam under the whip of the dead sailors
The fools will kneel under the haunted pack United under the hymn of The God of War The horns will blow with pandemoniac sound Like in the darkest stormy nights
For thousands of years the freezing wind Stroked the grave idly and persistently In a slow exhumation act He unearthed ancient truths
Holy flames courted death with darkness for too long Swallowing the wood of old torches
Revenge blasting with its extent In a contemptuous pose lay in shade She knew, she – the hellish whore How much she was longed for
Satan’s whore, cursed in legends Like the darkest stormy nights Unearthed womb, loved in circles Like the darkest stormy nightsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
