H / Hexenkunst / Praise for the Vast Coffin Bewitched by Chants
In the rotted wood where my bones rest filled with the smell of putrid flesh I raise my voice with a funeral spell On my throne of thorns I summon the undead apocalyptic legions of Agares raised to bring The souls forlorn In my niche where I am trapped hearing in my head the last praises to a fallen god forgotten in time On my poisonous throne I summon the undead apocalyptic legions of Agares raised to bring the unholy groan In the pantheon where my spirit will wander I feel the vibrations of my impious presence unleashing evil that lives in my soul On my throne of blood I summon the undead apocalyptic legions of Agares raised to bring the bells of thud In this cemetery that will see the souls rise with shuddering screams brought from hell summoned at night of the blood moon Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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