Krell'Naagh - Bless The Children Of Chaos | Текст песни

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Midnight is falling to the forest
The cold wind is howling the thousand voices
The moonlight is shining through the branches
Lighting the ruins of he Temple of The Ancients

Great Old Ones, bless the children of Chaos!

The grey stones are covered by the sacred wrightings
That none of the men can read
The black altar is older then the mankind
It is the gate for the Old Ones Breed

Great Old Ones, bless the children of Chaos!

The black robe is my dress
The hood is covering my face
The torches burning bright
My hands held high

The dagger in my hand
On the altar lies a man
He’s tied up, but alive
I see the fear in his eyes

I’m whispering the words
Of the darkest spells
I raise the dagger and cut his throat
The blood is running down

Open the gates!

The blood is running to the unholy ground
The sacrifice is done to call the Ancient Ones
The gates are open. The Formless Gods will come!
Great Old Ones! Bless the children of Chaos!

The wind’s becoming stronger
Blowing down the fire of torches here
I hear the voices in my head
They speak the words I can not understand

The darkness gathering around
And someone’s steps shaking the ground
The terrible voices screaming loud
I call the Ancient Chaos Formless Spawn

Great Old Ones, bless the children of Chaos!

Give us the Knowledge of the Unnamable!
Give us the Power of the Unspeakable!


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