On trays of feasting Lies golden fruits And flesh of beast and cattle
Riches carried With finest wine Into the woods of autumn
And voices speak Cacophonous With horror and with laughter
As evening sets The dim lit grove Is ripe with eager madness
A fever dance Counter to creation Into the endless night
In ecstasy Forsake the baptism Bring Evil into being
Fruits decayed to poison Flesh revealed as corpse Consume the black wine
As mist descends Appear the hierophant Her words like thunderTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.