Текст песни ENOCHIAN CRESCENT - Mortiferum Or Ptomaine Malaise
ENOCHIAN CRESCENT - Mortiferum Or Ptomaine Malaise слова песни
Текст песни ENOCHIAN CRESCENT - Mortiferum Or Ptomaine Malaise
I have gone far beyond the paleThe invincible sun eclipsed and boundLanguid with absinthe, a muse I soughtFrom Demonic apparitions as pleasant deliverersThey ride the moon In echelonThe struggling souls, Seeking the spirit( )For arcane ointments eerie secretionsExtracted from your dearly departedOverwhelming malady, peculiar apparitionsQuis est iste qui venit?There was music...religiousIn a dark place where wrong birds flyDark, ropy liquid, entrap the potentialOffer the blood! OFFER THE BLOOD!A dark current pullsCataclysmic forces enhance the viewI become the Dead andDeclare to the universe:The wise one, star namer, decreeing the patternApostate, Destroyer, dividing the poles, seed of rebellion