Maleficium کے بول

The eve of thy souls unreviving tomb Maledictum Ex hac die Darkness sublime, the scythe of time Vae vobis Ad finem Whispers of deep despair echo through temple ruins Winter scent May the frost blight thy crops of creation Spirit cold Shall perish in the stream of pure dismay To eclipse the day Maledictum Ex hac die Vae vobis Ad finem From thy crown jewels shall be removed, torn asunder! May no more seed be sown as thy last tree is plundered Spirit cold Shall perish in the stream of pure dismay To eclipse the day Maledictum Ex hac die Vae vobis Ad finem Maledictum Ex hac die Vae vobis Ad finem Fathomless, darkened dreams now have spun webs of shadows Unmade, blind and bereft of thy mind - tread the hollow! Spirit cold Shall perish in the stream of pure dismay To eclipse the day