слова песни Dark Millennium - Of Sceptre Their Ashes May Be
Hellchild, be awaken
time to remember the rules
the centuries bleed,
the masters are dead and gone...
Dance again this winternoght
past and present shell unite
run for the burial
enter the vesper again.
The rummors suppose
godforsaken are those
that will bath in the gloss
of whatever...
Dance again this winternight
past and present shell unite
run for the burial
enter the vesper again.