Akin to awakening from fitful sleep I am drawn like a moth to flames Out into the sea I can hear the spectral choirs calling out my name the old gods hunger for fresh souls Prepare to enter their domain...
I heard the sirens call my name none could resist the song All drowned in crimson waves A creature of darkest sin His will devouring At rapture, none shall stand all die on his command
All souls are drawn down deep below no salvation to be found the gate stands open now
Thy legions rise to strike the earth No mercy to be shown the reign of man deposed A maelstrom of churning flesh gives powers to hell most fresh Pure hatred for those alive Extinction none survive
I thrive within this realm of sin This churning void of souls Eternal torture for those within A maelstrom of churning flesh gives powers to hell most fresh Pure hatred for those alive Extinction none survive
The old gods hunger for fresh souls Prepare to enter their domainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
