A ritual With a sickening end Sins of the unworthy Baptized in blood and fear
The Night Mother listens She hears the call Into the darkness The kill is sweet
Forever and always Coiled to strike Hideous whispers The black hand watches
A contract is forged No second chance They are now the Brotherhood's prey The blade is remorseless Dead
Unseen through the wind of the night The silence is growing Starved of the fruit of the kill I need it
I live on the glory of death This is my purpose I am the listener The Black Sacrament heard Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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