Letras:
Ancient Eyes Of The Dead

dead you look so old hands are numb your face is cold eyes of the dead eyes of the dead eyes of the dead crusted black putrid face all are dead the

knows something was wrong No idle jubee dem couldn't Cotch pon my pillow Weh a love man for nike An ah love man for fila Dat's not the ways of Anciento

The eyes of the world are closin' forever When the day of the judgement will come Won't you help me now All gods creation is finally dead and gone Our

key, her mind unfastened By flights of morbid fancy Psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong Sweet seductions, peaked cruptions Spiking through impatient song Cold cloister kept the dead

From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the bitter winter moon Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed Like shifting

From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the bitter winter moon Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed Like shifting

From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the bitter winter moon Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed Like shifting

From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the bitter winter moon Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed Like shifting

are rising. As the warlock look deep into the flames. The fire of evil, are reflected in his abysmal eyes. As he calls upon the ancient ones. I call