- In Hoc Signo Sanguinis
Mark your body with the symbol of agony because I am the truth
Bend your head and lower your eyes because my light will shine upon you and will burn your sins
O humble man, dance during the macabre journey of your life
I'll be the only relief for your sufferings, since evil has reigned over your soul eternally
I am the saviour with the blazing sword that crashes the dragon's power
My prophets with their black cloaks will travel along the winding ways of faith
The mother's time is now over
The mother's time is now over
- Maleventum
It's the night of shabat The plenilune feast
Rise from your mortal sleep and let your astral body glide away
With the sacred ointment Plunge into the new dream
Follow the way of the secret life
Silently graze archaic dimensions
On water and over wind
The god of woods call his sons,
Enraptured by his power,
- One Rode To Asa Bay
Некий всадник скакал сквозь леса
К бухте Аза,
Откуда драккары уходили в море
Так часто, что никто и не скажет,
Чтобы собственными глазами узреть чудеса,
О которых говорила молва:
Всемогущий Бог
Явился из земли чужой.
- Rime Of The Ancient Mariner
Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eyes as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the Sea.
And the music plays on, and the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the Mariner tells his tale.
- The Magic Temple
Io metto il mio sangue nelle
mani di Shaytan
La forza che sta nell'essenza
degli dei
Che crearono il ciclo e la terra
Benediccte onnipotenti questo
luogo
Affinche sia puro e possa
- The Sixth Tower
Shining in darkness the vary eyes of the lord o birds of prey announces the passing of time
With his piercing call
The thick dark leaves of the forest dance in the wind and in worshipful adoration
The heavens tremble and the bright lightning flashes, leaving the heart's of the forests sons
The howling of the wolves become a macabre litany
Premonitions, obscure premonitions crawl in the night air
Built on dragon's bones the imposing tower stands
There the old of the oak turns the profaned sealed pages