For the blade that lies buried in my flesh, And all of the scars in between! For the shattered mirror of innocence, Opening crevices through the abyss beneath! For the tearing wound That froze every vein with a desperate cry! And the fire swollen eyes, trembling and yet so brave In the presence of Death.
High on the pinnacle of loss I vow that I’ll always be hungry High on the cliffs of grief I swear, I’ll always be true As above, through rain and burning suns So below, in pain and scorching joy!
I’m the Wayward Son of forests and mountains I’m the Waking Child of the occult Inmost Chasm With the blood of a slayer running through vena cava The wolf, the scorpo, the snake here they grow and we
Chant, chant, chant to the flaming void Chant, chant, chant to the storm Chant, chant, chant to the flaming void Chant, chant, chant, awake, abandon!
So drink this death and disease! Virgin of the nightsky Drink deep this death and disease! Carrion of all beasts of the earth To embrace regret And feast with the flesh of famine Scorpio Astraea coronation Scorpio Astraea high coronation
Chant, chant, chant to the flaming void Chant, chant, chant to the storm Chant, chant, chant to the flaming void Chant, chant, chant, awake, abandon!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
