Rise The whispering winds, they bear secrets, and deep in our veins we grieve The days are delusion, the nights stretch into abyss And sometimes, I feel I can hear…
From behind a curtain of velvet, draped in smoke, whispers demand: “Let it be done” Decrees from furtive gods, history defeated, the trembling of earth: “Let it be done”
Bred like beasts, we may not ascend, captive cognition Deus ex machina, the slyest interference All they ask is unwavering ignorance, a sacrifice to dominance We cry to our savior, as fate seals with wax: “Samael, open your book” But the marionette cannot stir alone And so it goes
The meek and the strong meet the same fate, all is forgotten and their words become flesh Their sun remains atop the sky eternally; it shall never set upon the necromancion ageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
