Текст песни Галерея Масок - Тлен

Flowing from the ashes and bones of the body,
Stinking poison in his breath.
late at night, spread wings,
And wake formidable brow.

The sockets of hell whip.

Tell us what you thought of this night,
And what he is now wanted.
Abyss temptation, Deacon and flawed.
And timelessness is full.

Is full of hell as a whip.

CHORUS: Nightmare spirit days, Prince of Shadows,
Name your chaos and darkness.
Your eternal home, the evil in people's lives,
You kill the faith in our hearts.

Do not shiver, open the door for wider,
And in the soul the desire not Thai.
The demon of the flesh and the father of wickedness,
Do not reject a weary soul.

Full pay for your sin.

But then, when on the court, before the eyes,
Call not repent not Ptot.
Remember how he gave in the embrace of the night,
You are the holy thoughts of the soul.

Himself a whip of hell!

CHORUS:............