With circle cast, and quarters opened, the gateways arise Time stands still, I'm out of breath and I feel on eerie presence near In this tar filled pit I am humble before thee oh most feared ones I care not of the life that leaves me broken for this is just my own death!
And they are with me, the four sons of magic rites, guiding my being Truthseekers few, ridiculed and shunned, always under ground Plotting to overthrone and cleanse the world that once was For we are the ones that're risen and fallen ney!
Anti-christ, anti-life, anti-god forever stand by my side We are one and the same we breeders of the black flame Sourcerers and servants followers of the snakedressed goddess of all Sisters and brothers of esoteric flame hear the howling call
Open throats, painting the ground in honour of the greatest ones The smell of death, always inviting and malevolent An evermore so deathfilled trip to the valleys beyond this cell My transylvanian paradise of knowledge and magic spell
Anti-christ, anti-life, anti-god forever stand by my side We are one and the same we breeders of the black flame Sourcerers and servants followers of the snakedressed goddess of all Sisters and brothers of esoteric flame hear the howling callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
