Impregnated with the spirits of knowledge Tasted the fruit of education Guards of great secret, orphitos and hidden Departed spirits of immortal Feveloped
On great warriors, waging a battle out of time Destroying the past and the present It's time fot your absordina Mighty spirits of wind see a battle
I have seen agitation in the depth of created Irate whirl wind goes from the depths of universe Abyss genius will opened the gates of time and Elements
Great Kalb al acrab feeding of supreme hate Powerful red scorpion borning your impetus Madim delights of Kalb al Acrab [Chorus:] Defeat fear of everything
Open the gates of the greated
Majestic indignate return age of shadow Return spirits and brains It approches great battle Huerarchy of darkness will destroy moral Forbidden will be
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[Music by Nattefrost '92] Three times the eclipse. Before she lay her soul to rest. Channeling the darkness of many nights, All this was once her dream
[Music by Nordavind '91] Ahh, Dance through the cold shadows of Pan as tears fall from heaven... once I had hold the rarest rose, But, that is now forgotten
[Music by Nattefrost '92] The vast windswept wastelands, Cold horizons opens. Many traveller has set their course from here, Few of them have returned
[Music by Nordavind '92] Eternally sounds the mighty waves, A triton's hymn round a rock-strewn grave, The passing sigh for the bones that moulder,
[Music by Nordavind '91] Once upon a midnight dreary. while I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-....
I look far away, the candles of my burning desire The sun seems so dismal, our mighty sky is in dismay... Make my words be like pictures, for the dreams
Will I ever be free? With my heart and soul I walk these colossal times, with you and the hallucination Caressing the flames of your eyes The deepest
In pursuit of Clarividence to live is to sleep To die is to awake in the twilight of the fears Those countless melodies of hate In the oceans of fresh
"We all are blind, I'm alive, I'm a lonely walker Alive and blind, there's no journey which can liberate me The only reality I can aspirate Is the experience
The gloomy shadow in screams Embrace the multicolor scenes The mirages of hypocrite souls In all these years, the lost years... Beneath the crystal
I want to find the end of the road And I want to sing the mysteries of my penance Because I hear the tears of the trees And I feel the fire in the rain
