الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
When the howling of the wolves
Follow the occult whisperes
Coming from the obscure forests
That it summons you to be celebrated?
The great eclipse night
In the heart of the forest
This night will be full of harm
In honor worthy of great emperors
To the angel of the light
And the eternal darkness
We drink to the brothers of the shadows
In this dark celebration
Of lust and profanation
To the occult pacts
In this sweet bloody Moon
Our dreams will rise
In a disastrous atmosphere
Of supreme malicious power
My black dream
Is the dream of those
That want the victory
My black dream
Is merciless to the weak
Eternally
