Forged in Fire, in the Pits of Hell Death Desire, deep Down We dwell Passing the Cauldron We stand aback As the Godz do their Bidding Carved out of Moonstone, a devoted Existence.
Of Fire is our Path, a Gate to the Dark Side of Creation. This once unified Us all, these were the Rites of the Black Mass
They build Us this Monument, everlasting, an ancient Heritage of Dark Creation Being born of Hatred and Disgust, an ancient Lore of Death
You had to desecrate It all, had to lead a Soulless Life Had to Destroy not Create, but our Cult will persevere Of Fire is our Path, a Gate to the Dark Side of Creation This once unified Us all, these were the Rites of the Black Mass
They build Us this Monument, everlasting, an ancient Heritage of Dark Creation Being born of Hatred and Disgust, an ancient Lore of Death You had to desecrate It all, had to lead a Soulless Life Had to Destroy not Create, but our Cult will persevere
Forged in Fire, in the Pits of Hell. Death Desire, deep Down We dwell. Passing the Cauldron We stand aback As the Godz do their bidding Carved out of Moonstone, A devoted Existence to the Monument!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
