Gather around, under the oak The drawing of the moon has begun There is no escape from the eyes of the night Relent to the call of the dead
A pact is now made, the ritual begins The master is calling your name Hear the howl of the wolf, a cry from the dark The kiss of the beast on your lips
The summoning, it comes from the hills Tremble at the sound of the bell
Look to the heavens as the horror descends The coronation of ruin begins The Sabbath is near, the deed must be done Your last rites are read, you are doomed
Demons surround the unholy one A shapeless wraith from the void Spectre of night, black angel of death From out of the fire he comes
The summoning, it comes from the hills Succumb to the sound of the bell He calls, to you The summoning, it comes from the hills He calls, to you Succumb to the sound of the bell
Spells of the old, the crucible flows Manic shapes in the mist Men of the cloth, the witch's creed Crystal Templars on ancient wings
Spirits of Earth The marble throne Violent mourn under the moon A child of the sun A fatal storm blows The land is now in ruins
The summoning, it comes from the hills Succumb to the sound of the bell The summoning, it comes from the hills
He calls, to you Succumb to the sound of the bell He calls, to me Succumb to the mark of the beast He calls, to you The kiss of the beast on your lips He calls, to me One with the lord of the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
