Necromantia Tribes Of The Moon текст песни, слова песни Tribes Of The Moon Necromantia
Necromantia - Tribes Of The Moon
A tempting blaze
That tears body and soul apart
Spellbound daughters
Devouring the hearts of men
Communion through the ancient circles
Deep in the forest of eternity
The hideous darkness
Centre of the vacant soul of death
Images on images
The universe of Hades
A lethal chant of horror
Whisper of the 9 winds
Lords of nightmares
Cross the blackened skies
As slowly rising
The moon of the undead
Angels' tears upon your tombs
What is dead it cannot die
Masks made of funeral mist
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