The Heritage Ancient текст и слова песни

"Obscure forces of the shadows I call you!"

I'm the one who raped the children of Abel

I am the wicked King of the night

And I am the wicked King of the night

And I am ready to face your strength

In the stone cold temple the four are gathered

The sweet innocent virgin lays unveiled

Surrounded by candles on the black altar

Companions and brothers, I want you on my side

Be ready now for our ritual shall begin

"Are you ready to become the Bride of Evil?

Are you prepared to receive my Dark Powers?"

"Don't let my beauty die away

Like a dead dry teal

Come to me, give me immortality

...Here on this black altar

I make my promise of faith!"

He's coming closer, and pierces her neck

With passionate inhuman fury

The cuts his pulsing veins

And makes her drink his precious blood