Forlorn, beyond the leafless trees A beacon of evil, the cabin on the hill In dust and gloom lie pages of carnal heresy Pagan words of old. Secrets I dare not to relate
In the doorway stands a ragged abberation Old yet ageless, torn but noble With a voice I never will forget my host begins his tale I listen, spellbound by his occult madness
Feed off the flesh Gulp from the chalice Of human remains Devour the soul within
Crimson red The blood tickles Unto the page Dark and fresh
Fear pulls me away From the nightmare on the hill Resonating in my mind The horrid, guttural chant
Lisha mwili Kunywa kutoka kwa kikombe Ya mabaki ya binadamu Kula roho ndani
Feed off the flesh Gulp from the chalice Of human remains Devour the soul withinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
