Z/Zardens/The Black Candle (Devoted to Death part III)
By the light of a black candle, True and fervent devotee, channel The Dead, litanies have been heard Prayers for revenge are answered Whispered in front of the altar Will your flame ever get dimmer ?
A strange keen desire to feel God and Death at your side Praying, longing for a blood tide Worship is Death's sharpening steel
Godmother wield Her Blessed Scythe And all your enemies shall writhe Let us hope they all die ! Revenge ! Granted by the Deathly Queen's bench
Into the house of Darkness Even the dead freeze their carcasses
Burning powder on a virgin vellum The crack of the divine flagellum … Which will burst the sinners' flesh…
The sound of Death storming the town Blood spatters on Her wedding gown Here's the soundest kind of Justice In a land entangled in evil and fierceness
Waft the smoke across the altar And pray Pray, for Her divine flame won't falter
With your oblation, She feels delighted In your heart, a black candle is alightedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.