Testo di Astute Sceptre

Swung from the shadows on holy ground a mace long forgotten by the pious Of the dousing fumes of the ancient snake lowing with unearthly rancour I bear this sceptre of the underworld to smite this realm with doom and with eyes no one has ever seen trudge the pass of glaring stone I bear this sceptre of the underworld to smite this realm with doom and with eyes no one has ever seen trudge the pass of glaring stone Swung from the shadows on holy ground a mace long forgotten by the pious Of the dousing fumes of the ancient snake lowing with unearthly rancour I let the Demon speak through me The forger of The mysterium Beneath the terrene quotidian rites the sea of Chaos and awful strife gives eternal birth through the fivefold womb to the astute sceptre that will be your tomb