Spell کے بول

Can you see the dead? Phantom shadows Now flicker through the air Can you see them? Can you hear their cries? Wailing mournful Lamentations of despair Can you hear the devil? Under a moonless sky the owls cry Seed is spilled in fertile soil Now banished from the light Unions are forged Through the forbidden The alchemy of night We are estranged We are spiraling Backwards through the haze We are utterly estranged We have spiraled And turned backwards And we are making Our ways on through the maze And as the flames of The tripods expire It enters the soul Devilish carpathian lamentations! Poisonous haze The philter's steam Deadly nightshade and mandragora Step in to the dark Float in to the dream Take the last step into the mist