اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The night is young, his soul so old
As darkness creeps around him
His misfortunes unfold
How did I end up here?
I feel a strange presence near, the woods
Thousand of branches, the foulest of stenches
All seemingly smothering me
In bleak full Moon light
Something's roaming the night
I'm just heartbeats away from a terrible fright
Unholy chanting stirs the air
An evil crawling from its lair
Seven figures dressed in cloakes
What horror their ritual provokes
The cultists now drawing near
As winds erupt, they form a circle
They call upon the infernal
The ritual's complete
Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood
All I can feel is like drowning
Life itself fading from me
An occult gathering of mystery and conjuring
These secret cultists conceived this sacrificial murder
Untainted innocent blood for ethereal transcendence
Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood
Draw blood
