Tekster:
Mystic Circle Throne Of The Night

s old Once his love had killed herself And he denied god Throne of the night - leader of darkness Only with one bite he drinks the blood Throne of the night

runes Writen in the shining Sharpened silver blades That guide the mighty throne Beautiful weapons lie beside, once layed down by (the) ancient knights Their circle

the heather gods. Great worm whose tail rests in it's mouth, The circle-without-end burns bright, Brood o'er the far night's distant vale, And shifting

:] I'm your destiny - I show you things you're never seen I'm your only dream - the leader of perverted things She stands there with leatherclothes Besides the throne of the night

shines the Night sky In this Forest of Mystic Desolate Trees And Snow falls upon the Heart of Time Only Northern Darkness to be seen from the Throne (

of the heather gods. Great worm whose tail rests in its mouth, The circle-without-end burns bright, Brood o'er the far night's distant vale, And shifting

runes Writen in the shining Sharpened silver blades That guide the mighty throne Beautiful weapons lie beside, once layed down by (the) ancient knights Their circle

to wreck a metaphysics The original hip-hop witch doctor The torch is passed from one hand to the other But the fire light illuminates the night Mystic

temples of the heather gods. Great worm whose tail rests in its mouth, The circle-without-end burns bright, Brood o'er the far night's distant vale, And