Rituals Sceptrus (Mystery, Prophetical part 1) şarkı sözleri

Crucified sacrifice Are sinking in the mist Their weeping's like a brand And dogs are waiting By the crosses For the night to come Come from the abyss Do not unfetter us Do not let the words sound Just as a pearl Pick the satiating fruits And dies of delicious taste So the mist makes The thorny shrub lie fighter On the crucified head Wake your lips up Wake your arms up Like a lost soul when praying Give the sceptre The sceptre of Satan The subjects Without dreams Without power On their knees Lament overwhelms the darkness Priests sweep their eyes Over burning crosses Priests angrily look Are the prayer weeping The prayer Prayer in blood The prayer Prayer for blood And the death of them Turned his voice To the sky And the demented riff-raff Is crying, tears all around Unchained hands that tear Throats to pieces Sa that they won't sound again