[Instrumental]
around me The Pagan land burns as far as I can see No living but I can see the light It screams to me: stand and fight Take your sword and save your blood
Fly on your broom to no man's mountain, let me foresee what tomorrow will bring, bring me some fluid out of Belial's fountain, for I am a witch and for
This song is about some kind of a myth from the Inka's. It tells the installation of Pariacaca and things around.
Now the sun has set and the moon has risen from her illuster crypt, hear my dark voice calling over the twilight fields of war... As the dark winds
Alle dinge, zijn mi te inge ik ben zo wijd, om een ongeschepen heb ik begrepen, in eeuwigen tijd. Ik heb't gevaan, het heeft mi ontvaan widere dan wijd
Vade in pace And now you embrace your pagan gods, and new illusions you create, but after a while your dogmatic conformism, makes your Odin the new Christ... Requiem for your