It was born ageless Wreckless it was built Nothing can raze it Crimson megalith
Countless crowds stare at Grave from stones dark red One man cemetery
Countless crowds mistake Mission of this grave Spawned ill energy
It was born dismal Harmful it was tuned No one can defile Guarded occult tomb
At the dawn of red plague When the bald idol fell Scarlet priests kept his corpse Soon the grim shrine arose
Teraphim put inside Northernmost stone dust And the great poet's blood As prescribes arcane rite
His head is hollow except golden rhombus This retranslator bears signs cabbalistic The putrefaction's black spirit is spreading
Behold, right corner is mown and recessed One thorn to ray, two notches take Streams from the deadhome swap vital powers So machine works and priests prevail
Eternal granite and reinforced concrete All rots and wears out though has not to do that But priests (are) aware of, on time overhauling
You enter shadowed hall of the deadman And go downstairs to ghostly light Embalmed cadaver through sarcophagus Is drawing out your power now...
One day black clouds darken azure skies From the river monstrous serpent comes Huge and hungry it crawls to the shrine Nothing can thwart legendary crime
One day black clouds darken azure skies From the river monstrous serpent comes Jaws grind grave slabs with stentorian sound Once great tomb is totally devouredTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
