It was getting dark. A sombre estate was standing high on the rock. A gloomy old man, the eyes full of tears, at hearing the familiar song, thrusts to the window and opens it wide, to see the face so dear to him. The bloodcurling wails make him feel her embrace and recall her still alive...
He was reputed as one of the leaders of the ton in the frivolous London , high life. But the side reverse was his lust for the perverse, and in brothel he once found his wife.
The manners of refinement and graceful air caused them to be welcomed everywhere; yet such was their magic spell - not a single of the fair could resist their tasting her blood and smell. They seeked for sensual enjoyment in lubricous delights overstepping the conventional bounds; and soon behind their backs they were rumoured that they'd have a fuck even in the devil's mouth
- Damned! - Necromancer and whore! - Ye unchurched forevermore! - Get what you deserve at the stake!
But none of them had known that his magic had a goal - she had taken from the brothel the disease which was her plague...
CANTILENA PHANTASMATIS ME TERRET, ET MORTEM PRAEDICAT... SALVA ME! AMEN!
It was getting dark. A sombre estate was standing high on the rock. A furious crowd's half way to the mansion and lead by the Envoys of Lord...
With waves of illness
My life ebbs quickly now
I hear the chant of
the banshee by my window
...with torches and laterns and pitchforks they clambered the mountain, the gate besieging... she kneels before the altar place, to God Cernnunos prays, in quake she raises athame to evade the outside rave
- Damned! - Necromancer and whore - Ye unchurched forevermore - Get what you deserve at the stake!
The macabre shadow of the host tore the raging crowd trhough He had come to catch her breath and kiss her eyes before she flew
away! Yet he desperately cried: "Awake! Awake! Awake"
- Do not give way to despair, my dear, Laments of Banshee calling I hear The Heavens closed for ever for me I'll come and sing as Banshee believe me!
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Альбом: Doomed To Eternity(Demo) Студия: Home Studio Права: Илья Олейник, Елена Зулина