Seven are they from the blackish depths Seven are they Gluttons of Flesh Seven are they, evil winds, seven are they
Heed the bray of beasts The baneful storm approaches The Heralds of Pestilence The Throne-Bearers of Posession Befoul the path, minish the land Ravage the home, slake the thirst Bitter venom of the Gods Like serpent on belly They spill the Blood like rain Devouring the flesh, sucking the veins Why? Foul spirits! Why? Why must thou creep? Why? Foul spirits! Why? Return to thine sleep!
"We go on our hands, so that we may eat flesh We crawl along upon our hands, So that we may drink blood"
No door can shut them out No bolt can turn them backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
