Fiery Mysticism کے بول

Her vision is misty as smoke Mists and the smokes of dark Desirable fullmoon is near In air her vison as spark Fire's tongues is tickle her body He was waiting all who here and now Path to eternity He was waiting all who here and now Blood on the cold couch Sweetness of suffering Excitements of lust Let's fell! ...cold like by needle Here and forever Pitiful was called to himself When gates to the air he closed Ugly creation, insanity myth You are all here and now Let stretch out your hands Your master don't blind you're by light By light from the heavnes of lies Your life burns and burnt The flames of the end Our flag is still risen Rising and immortal Eternal fiery mysticism