The only son of incubus Thrice dead upon the precipice Born in death and made to rise Creator of the obelisk
Within his gaze, we saw through time and from his spell, an errant rime
Unencumbered treachery Arcane tongue, new eyes to see.
No eyes to see
Demon-born an unholy aberration Cursed among his blessed propagation They flee towards the ancient shore of Avalon's last incarnation "Board the ships and set the sails, fear the son of infidel"
The jaded eyes of infamy... Speak the words The maw spreads wide, the flock at bay Speak the words
The wizard wakes the hounds of hell The wizard wakes the hounds of hell
The hounds of hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
