Текст песни Root - The Incantation Of Thessalonian Women
Root - The Incantation Of Thessalonian Women слова песни
[Igor / Big Boss]Ominous herbs of a magnificent size,Your seed grew up in the cursed night,Watched by the Wild Star, Hostile, Threatening!Your very names suspicious to an inquiring sageWere repudiated from words in long past times,When mastering your power was a prohibited science.Kolkhidian and Egyptian sages,In the shine of bloody Moon,Dug your roots precious to MagiWho, mixing tart sap of the plantsWith the dead extract of whitened bonesIncanted in low voices,At midnight distilled these magic drinks,By which chastity of virgins fell through overpowered,Discovering the nakedness of their side...!