Crosses grow like wheat, where fields of Death are fertile Sea winds carry abyssal fragments, from unfathomable plans Near the village of Kerguh, two calvaries face at a crossroads And when the night spreads its dark hue through a sharp cold mist, the dead one can behold
Emerald mefitic will-o'-the-wisps enlight this senseless saraband Circles of Anaon gather ghostly steps tread an unholy ground Tormented spirits chant a hideous Miserere whose sound spectrum takes the semblance of the most obscene nightmare
Legions of revenants are dancing, in an infernal whirling Bones burst in distorted cadences... From rifts of the Earth rise innumerable corpses Visions of a horror so abstruse no structured language can describe In the pit of this macabre impetus, the Devil conducts his impious tribe
Carnival of all abominations, magnetic borders between the living and Hell crack Under the baton of the humanoid horned beast draped in a blood red shroud...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
