At the bottom of the mountain, in the valley of dessert sand, the ritual has begun a sacrament to this sacred land.
May the blood flow, may the crimson moon rise.
The candle fire illuminates our naked bodies. We fornicate, we desecrate, chanting devilish melodies...
Graveyard gospel, serenade the dead. Graveyard gospel, ah...
Enchanted by the eyeless sight, blessed with visions of the blackest night. Asana, Mantra, Pranayama
Beneath the endless midnight sky, I gaze into your obsidian eye.
As the blood flows, the ceremony comes to a close,
Graveyard gospel, serenade the dead. Graveyard gospel, serenade the dead...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
