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WITCHCRAFT LYRICS
"...on the Path of Fogs" (2000 Demo)
1. On The Land Of The Shadows
2. The Darkness Is Bursting Out
3. When The Night Descends
4. The Great Spirits Of Pagans
1. On The Land Of The Shadows
On the land of the shadows, swallowed in the silence
Misterious sounds are blending with the wind
They are whispering my name, they are poisoning my soul
Phantasms and visions they are kidnapping me
On the path of the frogs, in the heart of darkness
They forget forever my damned soul
Awekening in the abyss in the icecold silence
On the land of the shadows, in the vale of the shades
2. The Darkness Is Bursting Out
Cause the lights fell down and they are shadowing the rays
Cause the frost blows death and it frozens the bleeding hearts
From the forgotten oceans bursting out the darkness
Cause on the top of ancient hills the wolves are crying
Cause on the dark sky ravens fly towards north
Among the forgotten hills bursting out the darkness
Then the burning ghosts gives life to wicked offsprings
Who will serve in desire the black emperor of demonstorm
3. When The Night Descends
When the night descends and the moon rise
We collect at the stock of the greatest oak
When the night descends and the wolves sing
Forbidden prayers leave out our lips
Blood and damnation the shades of the night are greeting you
Pagan spirits dark demons the shades of the night are calling you
When the night descends and the stars shine we collect under the great hills
When the night descends and the trees whisper watching the sky we call the moon
UNHOLY LORD!!!
The shades of the night are waiting for you
Come and tell your horrible secrets
The shades of the night are greeting you.
4. The Great Spirits Of Pagans
When the fire rules in the endless night and the fullmoon lights the iced hills of north
Then the revenge of ancient gods strikes down on the oriental lands
Burn, burn oh son of God feel the power of the flames
When they are licking your body pray for forgiveness
The great spirit of pagans hold a celebration on you sacred hills
GOD!
I burn down all your sacred places
I dust the heaven with blood
Your lamb's meat will be my throne on the profan black orgy
The sacred land is burning, everything will be gone the images ofold ages will shine on again.
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