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Abyssos - Through The Gloom Into The Fire Şarkı Sözleri
a dark cold night of autumn breeze the last leaves fall to the frosty ground the pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds the witches are gathered, a hideous coven in delirious tones, they are shouting foul mysterious words as they go through the gloom and into the fire a loathsome shape of obscene horror, squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne denial of the god above the stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy faster and faster whirls the witches´ lewd dance denial of the god above shriller and shriller they scream in tongues and then a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky twelve o´clock is the time of night, that the graves are gaping wide they haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments the rites of the pentagram, the dance of acheron the sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil a loathsome shape of obscene horror, squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne denial of the god above the stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy faster and faster whirls the witches´ lewd dance denial of the god above shriller and shriller they scream in tongues and then a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky the circle is forever closed, within the secrets lie together they leave this dimension side by side twelve o´clock is the time of night, that the graves are gaping wide they haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments the rites of the pentagram, the dance of acheron the sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil this is the eve of the new era a dark cold night of autumn breeze the last leaves fall to the frosty ground the pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds the witches are gathered, a hideous coven in delirious tones, they are shouting foul mysterious words as they go through the gloom and into the fire twelve o´clock is the time of night, that the graves are gaping wide they haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments the rites of the pentagram, the dance of acheron the sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil |
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