Once, when my mind was open My eyes were clouded like a fool's The grief often pierced my mind And i wept Autumn passed and the old trees Lost their leaves to nakedness Stark, black trees look evil in the cold, beautiful winter
Blackened rebirth no more grief The helpless with their tiny limbs Flee before my sword I maraud the world No one shell live, none shall stand they'll rot on my sword
i see - dark visions by the candlelight in a circle of fire i hear - screaming voices crying out in pain I saw - the ritual of blood Unholy master, you answered my prayers I praise theeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
