We hail our light The sun of Satan For with thy might Come forth We dominate the world By one mightful force
See the slaughtering Growing weak Born by vice And we drink of the Doomsday chalice And paint us with the blood of him
Sowed into flames In their own pitiful graves I kiss the raven that flew with me Trough all the desert storms
Winged by sorrow -- grief of man Flying high beneath the sky Quiet and silent through the Night cyclone
Tears wet my throne Your dreams were not immortal I enter then my realm
We hail our light The ethereal sun For with thy might paragon face We dominate the million eclipsesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
