Shimmering shadows in the eternal space While lightnings tear the heaven’s mystic face He comes relentless and cold in his darkest cloak Holding the sharpest scythe you’ve laid your eyes on
Through the hourglass the sands of time have flown And now you know your earthly life has gone His coach rides somber and swift as raven wings While distant bells in the moor mournfully ring
You will die in the eve of Candlemass You will rise in the eve of Candlemass By the oath of the gothic stone
Don’t tremble in this world’s storm-troubled sphere ‘Cause faith shines equal arming you from fear Bow down to the temple of steel and offer your soul Your fate will defy even death by the strenght of the oath
You will die in the eve of Candlemass You will rise in the eve of Candlemass By the oath of the gothic stone
Lux eaterna luceat nobis Praeter nos ab umbra mortis Spiritus noster est consecratus Gloriam tuam fideles iuramus
A magic pledge has been sworn By the gothic stone Under the ancient oak
Shimmering shadows in the eternal space While lightnings tear the heaven’s mystic face Through the veils of death you will fly like a voice in the wind To the edge of heaven and hell sin after sin
You will die in the eve of Candlemass You will rise in the eve of Candlemass By the oath of the gothic stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
