12th Spell کے بول

I chant the hanged one's spell Harnessing the power from Hel Under the eyes of the Moon Unearth the secrets of your tomb Your tomb Carving strong runes with my blood A hand shoots up from the mud I send the spearman my swears Black lungs are gasping for air I chant the hanged one's spell Harnessing the power from Hel Under the eyes of the Moon Unearth the secrets of your tomb Your tomb Unholy hymns in the night Tormented wights taking flight Conversations with corpses Shadows storming my mental fortress in the night Deep in the witching hour I stand at the cross-paths of power Detaching in a cosmic stream I leave behind this demon's dream I chant the hanged one's spell Harnessing the power from Hel Under the eyes of the Moon Unearth the secrets of your tomb Your tomb