Hecate Enthroned Centuries Of Wolven Hunger текст песни, слова песни Centuries Of Wolven Hunger Hecate Enthroned
Hecate Enthroned - Centuries Of Wolven Hunger
May each and all become the death of ancient winter screams
Thus on her knees shall bequeath
The cold, cold moon writhes under
What thou desirest thou shalt obtain
As the war begins, Jehovah be slain
Darkness seeps upon abyss
Shall victimise the serpents kiss
Feast and drain thy goblet deep
A silence torn unto defeat
I wait for thee of killing spree
The soul and pain both unredeemed
As silence burns in witching hour
As thou wilt seek to hear them scream
Since thou hath made thy offering
The truth be known of evening spring
Who the chase by night preferest thee
Misfortuned deemed uncertainty
Thou who wakest in starry slumber
Of the stars and of the moon
The wolven screams of thy desire
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