Forgotten morbid visions
from the heathen temple
lost prayers from the void
unhallowed words of ancients
\"Come forth, being of night everlasting
come forth, into my light above all light
come forth, ascending from the dust
come forth, become the vessel of my will\"
These spells of death unspoken
for countless centuries
these words unbinding demons
prize of the grand magi
Grimirg еще тексты
Оценка текста
Статистика страницы на pesni.guru ▼
Просмотров сегодня: 1