Inquisition - Those of the Night | Текст песни

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• Those of the Night

Storms of fire

Bring my master

Winds of evil

Bring my master

Summoning the ancients of doom

Calling from the shadows of dawn

Standing on the altar of stone

Raising satans legion up high

Gathered in the ancient woodlands

Celebrating seeds of all sin

To the sounds of hell

In the lonely night

Those of the night, so full of might,

Like the darkest dreams,

So unreal but true

Black priest speaks

All hail thee!!

Bring to me

Blasphemy

Chanting to the bringer of sin

Serpent god below

Hiding in the veil of black

As the mighty legion attacks

Those of the night, so full of might,

Like the darkest dreams,

So unreal but true.