Текст (слова) песни: Barathrum - The Night Of The Demon Lord
Dread the end of summer On the blackest of all nights, The feast of samhains waking In the mist of pagan rites. The sunlight now is waning As the undead walk the land. Tonight`s chaos - no mortal understands... The festival of darkness Under red october moon: The powers of black witchcraft In evil winds of ruin: Demons ride the autumn sky In thunder clouds and rain - The gasps of forlorn souls who live again. Dare walking this night, ye wanderer, Ye life and soul you`ll loose! When hunted by his jetblack hound, You`ll surely meet your doom! His eyes are burning red like fiery coal, His cape - his leathery wings! His breath will sear your back like winds from hell
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