Текст песни Dark Millenium - Medina`s Spell (valley Of The Seventh My
Dark Millenium - Medina`s Spell (valley Of The Seventh My слова песни
Raise your breath, crypts of Medina.Towards the realm of ritualLeaded by the griefThe faith in spiritualismPossesses your belief.The master won`t remit your sinsThe judgement has arrivedThe atmosphere will bear the fateThe seven mists will rise.Consecrate the gates to the magicians` hallRaise the silence, lead the barons to their seat;Fallacious thoughts die away,Pernicious doubt begets decayWhen the omen prays to heaven for relief.Hear the prophet`s call:"Woe to the valley of the seventh mystique."(The curse of Medina:)A new sin will be bornUpon a life`s relicRedeemers will be tornFor the reign of this mystique.The guardians to the spellProtect the ritualThe barons of the darkConfess.Let the rubin touch the spirit,Take the fragment to the king.Awake the valley of the witchesThe curse will form the seventh sin.