Mystirium Scenes Of The Hemic
Inside my fortress
We aliment blood
The dark inside us
The Precious crowd
Our ancient forms
From thousands years
To create our power
From lifeless tears
There’s more
Dark inside
And septic bodies
We armed with
Bloody strong
Spikes shields
Ready to call
Of bloody lust
From them necks
Virgins need
Our blood
To reach them creed
Its will be
Our creed
To create
Our base
Between the trees
The land of fear
There’s more dead
Immortal bleed
Of Naked witches
With lusty years
Source my blood
For my immortal
With Magical hands
For our immortal
We will kill
Every outsider
No one live
Inside our citadel
Every dead
Inside the hall
Of circle of hell
Burning them remodel
Here the secret power
Of my darkness dragons
Inside the land of endless fear
The Source of my Army blood
By our swords and bloody tusks
Scenes of the hemic of the septic dead
Inside the land of endless fear
The Source of my Army blood
By our swords and bloody tusks
Scenes of the hemic of the septic dead
