In this arcane shrine, at the heart of the mountains The night lights up, oh voices so clear, quench my thirst Oh, choirs of the last aeon, my cult, my liege, eternally Must silence in the mists below... And steal the light of this world Alone I stand, in celestial divinity, one burning heart among a hundred cold Silenced in the mists below... The world is cloaked in grey, the torches are put out Now the lands lie silent, under misery moon, for the storm to break loose the nightsky must glare With a hundred deathlights, luciferian stars, the final breath...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
