Summoning voices from distant fields
calling for magic of Satanic might
In
Standing on a moonlit field
cold rain whipping my skin
warm blood
You are the shadows dancing in the mist
You are the
In the I lies the martyr, the willing sacrifice
Stand
Likt dimma den kom med natten
Lätt brusande i trädens löv
Med
In solitude, in absolute silence
With a candle lit I
The pentagram of my desires fullfillment
glows with inverted unholy inner
While wandering the heathen planes of thule
A wind of
In the poisoned veins of my being
lies infinite wisdom and
Samvetslös irrar den odöda
En ringdans i ett heligt spel
In each path thee have ever wandered,
the endless sorrow seem
En barndom har slocknat
Så klagar klockan
Sotsvarta fåror
Ett
[Music & Lyrics: Nazgûl]Mighty are the storms in which I
[Music & Lyrics; Nazgûl]The pagan fires are burning with mightTormented
S som asplv likt fr vindenSkall den kristna hren oss
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