There is a blood red circle On the cold dark ground And the rain is falling down The church door's thrown open I can hear the organ's song But the congregation
Things worked out better than we had planned Capital from boy, woman and man We were like ink and paper Numbers on a calculator Knew arithmetic so well
Los caldeos, los asirios, la Roma del poder supieron resumir mejor; lo helenos, los egipcios, los hijos de Israel ya estaban conversado del amor. Hubo
You've ruined me now But I liked it but I'm ruined Do you have a plan? 'Cause I'm in your hands You've ruined me now Though I liked it now I'm ruined
Tomorrow soon turns into yesterday Everything we see just fades away There's sky and sands where mountains used to be Time drops by a second to eternity
Your plastic souls melt within cauldron's burning black Chanting to the Ancient Ones, chants of broken lines Kneel before the alter, sacrifice is made
Locked deep beyond the gate Lost within the stars Realm of ancient ones Malignant ones Against the light Power of the blackened sky Hateful spawn "We
Churning sea of Absu Place of weeping death Tiamat, dark serpent Lord of the morbid priests Enraged with hate for god The priests of chaos chant From
You are the One, the Oldest One You come before the legends of men You are the Sea, Creator of All You come before the legends of gods You're all I need
Ninnghizhidda - open my eyes Ninnghizhidda - hear my cries Plumed serpent of the deep Plumed serpent of the gate I command - come before me I command -
Ghouls attack the church Crush the holy priest Turning the cross towards hell Writhe in satan's flames Crush the priest The feeble church Dead - your
Rise through the gate, Iak Sakkath From depths beyond the sky The realm of evil Gods Painful, eat your mind Evil undisguised Breathe in pain Blackened
Caught within my evil spell Now it's time to burn in hell You were fooled on return You're just a doll for him to burn See the reaper in his eyes Brain
Things worked out better Than we had planned Capital from boy, woman and man We were like ink and paper Numbers on a calculator Knew arithmetic
There it is, there he is, now I have to go Turn around disappear really have to go Make a line to the door tapping on my arm Turn around blank faced Everything
You comb your hair you try to think of something interesting to say The good news is to you attention is something they will pay If you have nothing to
Drawings of a happy place Pictures of a joyful face The reality of the hell I've made All I ever had slowly desecrate And I look out my window Not thinking
All the faces, all the voices seem to fade in the crowd Neurotic minds realize the danger expect their destiny, fear the future Past never changes running