Текст песни A Tomb In The Satanist Hill

Old scrawly gravestone never shivered with a storm

By the invoked force, ancient verses

The sepulchral dead silence darkens the mountain higher top

Ground burned by our pagan flames of redemption

Buried down witchcraft secrets, times and times Black Souls

Guardians of Sword and life lies on the Ice of the Fog

The twelfth Night comes we form the blasphemic ceremonial union

Awaiting the Signs of Death to open the Gates of our Lord

The icy winter Wind

On the top of the Mountain

Caresses my gravestone

Raised in Immortality

In my hindmost sacrfice hour

Hear up the ghostly gallop

The weak light of the Moon reflects

On the sharp blade and dazzle

My eyes in black that see the

One with scythe in hands and hood
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It's howls of wind freezing Heckti

Finally it's defy! Says:

"And now we will die united

Do the Oath of the Ancestral Key

Come into the center of the pentagram burning

It's our code - And you are one!"

We read the Ancient Manuscripts, cursed words of Black Spell

And we see His kingdom by the opening of the Gates

Under His sceptre we are named as Glorious Black horsemen of Hell

This is the evil seed from a triumphant race

I enter into the endless forests alone glorified by the Key

An invisible power guides my eyes and sword

Roving through the Night by the shadow of the scrawly gravestone

Raised in my cold mountain in the head of my grave

The icy winter Wind

From the top of the Mountain

Caresses my gravestone

Raised in Immortality