Catacombs کے بول

O ye of eternal fire O ye of the endless rain O lord, reveal thyself to me O ye of eternal fire Reveal thy sun to me O, i beckon thee Bring upon the dawn Reveal thyself to me Rise up from the ancient tombs Grant us all your infinite wisdom Endure As you arise from the catacombs Lord of mictlan Land of the dead Deity of death and darkness That which lies upon the graves They the ancestors said, that it is Through, The sacred spirits, that all live! He who makes the day Recreate the sun He who makes the night Recreate the moon He who makes the storms Supplicate us with rain He who makes the wind Supplicate us with force I cast myself unto flames Reveal thy sun to me In order that the dawn may break