Black Pyramid
Visions of Gehenna
Under the pale moon rides The MorningstarWith keys to the astral gates and mystic doorsBlack rays of night hold his wings aloftBlack potions brewing in his afterthoughtsArmies crying out his nameWhips lashing out in painThe hordes of death are variousUntil we kill the SagittariusFly through the flames as the sun explodesViolate the truth that the seeker knowsFear seized the heart of the angel spawnSavor the taste of the final dawnArmies crying out his nameWhips lashing out in painThe hordes of death will bury usAnd we'll kill the Sagittarius
From Letras Mania