They search the night in her deepest infinity Reflecting their sorrows, blames and desires They cursed the light as she unveils the unveils the ugly Submitting their eyes to visions of miserySummoning the night, the caress of her touch Comforting shell in which they would rest their souls"Night, in your mourning gown… Night, how divine you are!"Spirits of the night Slay our souls Trough this endless night Spirits of the night Fill your cups With unholy blood Take mine and theirs For us mortals are week And full of fearsUnleash the hordes of hell! Now blood runs trough the stench of death In the battlefield were horrors had take place Were thousands of men lost their fears Following the dream of a nocturnal quest Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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