كلمات Wandering Souls

- WANDERING SOULS - In the depths of mystical ages When the full moon shows its Pale bright for the dying spirits The void take its place and all of the restless souls start to crowd A reunion that cross time and flesh Infinite pleasures and ancient devotion Invade the darkest minds for all to see Celebration of times and anchanting whispers Make all the souls bleed an cry The march starts through Unconcious dreams The wandering souls march to nowhere They come from obscurity and they'll have no place for rest No light in their eyes They march with infinite delight Bleeding, suffering (They) Will walk through the shadows of twlilight