Introitus piosenki

Oh, lord of the sprout, this ground reaps my root and washes them in the filth of her own blood Send me winds so cold to awake the hordes from endless sleeps, from buried skies A thousand of awaking lives, demonic hordes reborn in dark Dark clouds called...

Night reveals the ancient spirits in the forest of dark delights, exiled in despair Grand blasphemy to the heights of misery's wrath Human's brotherhood, a chalenge to the christian's sky Inverted cult, lord of nature again is born With melancholic haught...

The time has come, on broken wings of grief My dark horizons wait for storms to bury the lights My spirit bleeds in cold depths of sadness Caressed by the cutting wind or by the treasury for the lost souls of night And I disturb silence above me and I reg...

I behold sorrow for those of transient souls Buried "in pace" far away from lights Desecrated I walk on the paths of the shadows To the valley of tempations All my calls to worthless dawn Of holy mist that gathers above our sights Will echo in epitaph o...

Ever again my life won't be fed by warmth of your eyes Those that sleep as I caress pale face, hold me in the grace of dark I claim departure in the scorn of thine lights This passion is my witness, this life's flame Blood so cold though heart can't resi...

The spell was cast and sky drowns in dark Everlasting grief will enslave land once so bright And destroy the lives in roots of lights All secrets gone for darkness to permeate And when dawn falls dark will keep the night Eclipse of feeble opens the ways...