7 acessos
The last rays of the Sun are fading away. The heavenly skies are turning grey. Tonight we do not stay behind closed doors. To celebrate is what this night is for…
Moonrise. Hell's flames grow higher. And we do not fear that fire. Moonrise…
The righteous flock kneels and pray. For them and those who have gone astray. But we care not for what they speak. Because knowledge is what we seek…
Moonrise. Hell's flames grow higher. And we do not fear that fire. Moonrise…
The conjuration of the circle shall be spoken. We shall summon the dead with our token. Revealed in the book of darkness, of might. Nocturnal are we, the Beast will rise tonight…
Moonrise. Hell's flames grow higher. And we do not fear that fire. Moonrise…