Within the deepest and darkest of nights Where nothing stirs and nightmares dare flight In the grave and as hell is athirst A spectre arises from grounds now accursed
Hark now as winds toil and wallow Nascent death hangs just like gallows In the living an insatiable allure Into the veins, so sanguine and pure
Long dead now creeps amgonst shadows Grim deep, erose & unhallowed A tormentor of unsettling dreams Comes the bringer of death and diabolical screams
...From The Shadows of Hades
Curses as old as Hades' shades attest Comes forth to draw blood from her breast Immortal rites & ineffable rigour Rejoices at gains of stealing life's vigour
Torrents of blood it's heart doth desire A collector of souls as life it transpires It revels at delivering gasps and last breaths To carry us vilely toward our sweet deaths
...From The Shadows of Hades
'Centuries wither & grow dimmer with time Lives lost in the afterglow And all that waits is hell below Time and time again Endless the search toward the end With no end in sight Relentless I turn toward the night'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
