By the powers that reside In the gloom of censer smoke I whisper to the Shadows At the chime of the twelfth stroke By the powers that reside Within my blood, obscure, concealed I speak to She who opens Paths And She who the Reaping Scythe wields
Oh my Mistress Who bears the Gifts of Death Oh sweet Reapress I am ready for Thy Breath
A transforming force at mortality's end In the underworld with Thee I do descend My spirit awaits in yearning, for Thee I have bled Open the Thorned Gateway, so I tread the paths of the dead
Thy presence is felt as carnations decay The Flames of Black dance, in a withershin sway Through cemetery gates, Come! Mother of Bones Send me Thy Ravens from unblessed graveyard stones
Thy Blade that cuts from deep within the roots I accept it when my time comes to bear Thy fruits My Holy Mother, Queen of the Bleeding Rose With Thee shall I soar, borne on black shadows
My spirit awaits in yearning, for Thee I have bled Open the Thorned Gateway, so I tread the paths of the dead… Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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