Fury Ball کے بول

I invite you to the ball od storm The wind'll give us wings of crows We shall fly and spit on the Earth And priests cross themselves When they see us We drink wine with birds' blood We laugh along with witches Drowned serve to us Moanings of the dying in my galss Earings made of infans heads The smiles of cobras skulls Drawing of magical signs Longing for the kill Mattering eyes Crackins, unfeeling skin Mouth brimful of pus and blood This way people die You didn't want to fly with rain... RAM, RAM KALI Todaday you rule this world All bloody sacrifices - for you Rave of storm - your might RAM, RAM KALI The queen of fury ball Free our souls Rave of storm - your might