اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Brought before the altar
It's your time to die
Conciliation with the gods
Craving a life
And as they cut into your flesh
You're screaming out your last breath
Fill the chalice
With your blood
Evoke the gods
Their wish is done
And as the sky grows darker
Nocturnal spectre appears
Revel in the remains
Of the human offering
Take the soul
Be pleased for time to come...
(Solo)
