The mass passed on through the mist A procession of dark coats Held high the crucifix
The darkness grew formless With secret mysteries The vast night revealed it's face Over the long dead trees
The darkness thrived relentless The black mass they were all nameless They spoke the words of elder kings
In the darkness At the hill In shapes of demons With urge to kill
Dark bells were tolling The conjunction had begun The procession moved on slowly Into the beyond!
The darkness thrived relentless The black mass they were all nameless Ancient demons unfold their wings
Still the rain kept falling The mass passed on through the mist A procession of dark coats Held high the crucifixTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
