M/Mysteriis/Feeling the Ancient Hordes of the Abyss
The moon calls the sovereignty of queen night Escorted by souls bringing the bright of stars Stroked by the wind I feel the damp night air Bringing the melancholy of the desire
The horizon is the minimum vision from a demon Throughout the centuries, wisdom and patience By the fire, the mourning for the lost warriors Culture's noblemen, killed by the ignorance
Magic followers guided by illuminated angel Lord of science, truthful is his expression Father of the past, present and future King of Dimensions
For the crow that flies through death And chants the words of my bastard father The ice that dries um heart up
And divides the space With the heat which feeds my hatred My hatred thod was explicit In a solitude ... Between the science Between the shadowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.