A call howls through grave markers old A rapture 'neath a fullmoon cold Crawling feral in lustful prostration Brought forth this night in blessed adoration For the son of the earth must pay his due As we write together in a sanguinary hue
Sing! Sing! Sing! Lord of wild we praise! Sing! Sing! For our lust and sin Sing! Sing! Are only yours to raise Sing! Sing! Born of stars and fire!
As flesh becomes entwined again In thunder, lightning or betwixt rain When day and night become as one Battles and wars, so many lost and won Neither fair or foul, nor foul or fair Shrouded in this fog and foul air Vile foul air!
Unholy passion the tempest brings As the lust consumes and a terror sings
A bastard born of the earth son's scourge Their lies and valour a falsehood to purgeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
