Dark night, unholy night The evil reeks in the air After sixty years the planets are alligned The stars are finally in conjunction
The witches gather and make up a fire In a bowl they put toads and snails Upon the m-sized constellation they pray The constellation with the scorpion tail
The moon's color has turned red And something's descending through its beams The monster is about to be born As it has been predicted
The eighth sign of the zodiac is made flesh In front of the witches he rises His red skin and claws are terrifying His sharp tail is mortifying
“Hear my speech, ye bastard witches I, the Leader of Water, command you Baptize me in the Lake of Blood And make me a servant of Hades!”
“Oh, planets Pluto and Mars Hear our prayer and help us! Baptize the creature and grant him the power With this blood, you're now a servant of Hades!”
The Scorpio's magic is mesmerizing His strength is unmatched This creature rivals the greatest heroes Theseus, Achilles, and even Hercules!
And so the Scorpio runs away The evil shall be unleashed soon The world will suffer once again And the witches will be rewardedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
