For thou art conjured under mask that blurs the pure Seek I raven mighty eye spot the truth never lie Eat I carcasses for to life I cry Anguish And in torment will I die?
Cursed Under the eternal pleasure of life Take this gift Let death come swift Chained to a primal crave to hunt Run my loved ones from my harm Through the path of blood I reckon the sun As the shade of light is shaderd By the devil one
12 o' clock Death provoke Virgins from the heavens choke A priest that has been block the flock The graveyard stands so peacefully With smoke and fog of mysery And from the smallest grave will come the stench of
death The time has come
Header and header Yet all look the same Thou night time is dark Something bright as the sun has come out And as for the graveyard Is the graves the same?
A crack in the tombstone A scratch on the date Body unburied Is it all fake? Rumble of spiris Dead or decaying Towards the doors Of the altar charge praying...
Bath of lotion fresh new robe Preparations to the fest of blood Knife of the butcher Sword of the king Chalice of the demon And the all sing
I have danced The deadly dances of hell
And I have stained Virgins in flames
I have stained My own soul with blood
Oh mine What was of me Now consumed with thee
The darkest place In a moonless light As lited candle Starts the mass Empty void Embrace and willing But only echo and stillness is found
For thou art conjured under mask that blurs the pure Seek I raven mighty eye spot the truth never lie Eat I carcasses for to life I cry Anguish And in torment will I die?
Cursed Under the eternal pleasure of life Take this gift Let death come swift Chained to a primal crave to hunt Run my loved ones from my harm Through the path of blood I reckon the sun As the shade of light is shaderd By the devil oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
