Black winged demons haunt the dungeons where the moment has no end Unwept you shall be sent into the endless void of Tartarus Below in Cimmerian ancient Temples your fate you will meet - I foresee No warmth of Dawn can ever break the silence of the coldest Nights down there Morpheus the Son of Sleep with mighty wings that make no sound Invades thy Dreams with Memories, illusions from the House of Hypnos The waters of Black Acheron doth echo through your mind from waters you did come and now you shall go to the waters of Black Acheron!
The Seas of Sleep hold you in their depth Distant screams; in Phlegethon there's only Death Among the Sons of man move forever Strange, silent, shadows...
This world, same for all No one of gods or men has made It was ever, is now and ever shall be an eternal flame
The Seas of Sleep hold you in their depth Distant screams; in Phlegethon there's only Death Among the Sons of man move forever Strange, silent, shadows...
The Foghorn of Charon signs gently to thee Resist not what is Law! Bite hard thy fare and surrender To the Bringer of Woe
In the Arms of Hades
This world, same for all No one of gods or men has made It was ever, is now and ever shall be an eternal flame
The veil of Sleep now gently falls and never you forget... Among your sons move forever, strange, silent Shadows, Forever toward the Light.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
