Molested کے بول

Spirits are coming from a dark dead sky The whispers and shadows are calling me Molested and lost My soul is turned to dust The funeral in fire calls my name The ancient dark desire tears me away Power and damnation from the shining moon Seven are the ways which will lead me through Molested and lost My soul is turned to dust My scorn and my pagan hate Engraved mournful lies Realm of chaos arise The other side awaits Longing for the aeons under the bloodred clouds My molested soul will enter the past Into the abyss and over the stream My visions became true and my soul is free Molested and lost My soul is turned to dust My scorn and my pagan hate Engraved mournful lies Realm of chaos arise The other side awaits My dreams are deeper than deep Visions are darker than black We will dwell further Gathered shall we be