Текст песни Hecate Enthroned - Centuries Of Wolven Hunger
Hecate Enthroned - Centuries Of Wolven Hunger слова песни
Give me the art of cheating and deceiving of thy dreamsMay each and all become the death of ancient winter screamsThus on her knees shall bequeathThe cold, cold moon writhes underWhat thou desirest thou shalt obtainAs the war begins, Jehovah be slainDarkness seeps upon abyssShall victimise the serpents kissFeast and drain thy goblet deepA silence torn unto defeatI wait for thee of killing spreeThe soul and pain both unredeemedAs silence burns in witching hourAs thou wilt seek to hear them screamSince thou hath made thy offeringThe truth be known of evening springWho the chase by night preferest theeMisfortuned deemed uncertaintyThou who wakest in starry slumberOf the stars and of the moonThe wolven screams of thy desireOf the horn thyself the huntressHuntress of the night forseenOf cloaking blackness too obsceneAlthough our sight - ARADIAThe dance in flames for thy slumber