Paroles de Great Marquis Of Hell

From the abyss hear the howling Bringing a dark serenade Formed with the tail of a serpent – Mist of the wolf starts to fade Aamon, your splendor forever Both the future and past will foretell 40 legions commanded When the demons call on the Great Marquis of Hell! Great Marquis of Hell! Thorns on a rose made in heaven – Flames spitting out – soon they will Poison the garden of Eden Turning the time moving still Aamon, your splendor forever Both the future and past will foretell 40 legions commanded When the demons call on the Great Marquis of Hell! Aamon, your splendor forever Both the future and past will foretell 40 legions commanded When the demons call on the Great Marquis of Hell! Great Marquis of Hell!