Spelling the ancient glory Into the endless future! Valleys of the desert Will call him!
I was born from the womb of uttermost hate I remembered all my past lives I lived there that the human mind Doesn't want to imagine!
In the cold moonless nights Then that all the ancient unholy gods Passing through the winds and the forgotten Shining kingdoms seem in the horizons!
Voices, psalms, screams around To spelling those unholy words "Come, ye children, listen to me! I will tech you the fear of the lord."
Iao Setes Setes Iao Amprathax Kuraim Mizraeth SetesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.