Nature had taken the face of fear Terror is painted around Whispers and screams of pain Are hovering in the night
The high priests are preparing This sacrifice must be done Full moon is approaching Red virgin blood will be spilled
You are preparing for the great moment The unborn child is coming With the hordes of evil With absolute hate and obscure eyes
You're a faithful servant He's the chosen one The silence cry drives you mad The whispers are drilling your mind
The mystic gathering from the faithful priests Waiting for the secret day It aint going to be late Ruins and destruction turn around
Your tears are rolling on the black cloak The great celebration is beginning Look the skies and the clouds (the unborn child is coming) Look the signs of times...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
