Texty
In the crowns of long-dead trees
The windstorm howls its symphony
The heavens so ominous... so black... and so leaden
From the arteries of angels blood rains
The arms of darkness are now calling to you
In the womb of sin
Born in the womb of sin
In the lustful womb of sin
Twilight spreads a dark veil of the night
Out of the shadows comes a procession of lights
Dancing flames of black candles are aglow
The bells from the abyss toll
The arms of darkness are now calling to you
In the womb of sin
In the womb of sin
In the womb of sin
Born in the womb of sin
In the lustful womb of sin
Alesh Dostál
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