Witches Sabbath - Sorrowful Aeons | Текст песни

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• Witches Sabbath
• Sorrowful Aeons

No longer do the cries of the moon entice me,
For it has long distressed and died,
A dismal horizon...No desire to exist,
Ravishing darkness eraticates light,

Into a void where light can't survive
An unknown passion draws me closer,
I am possesed by the blackest desires
I am possesed by the blackest desires,
Murder, rape, blaspheme, satan
Murder, rape, blaspheme, satan...