paroles de chanson The Monastery (Live) - Imperial Age

Mother, what has happened to me?
I am not myself now
A male voice is speaking in me
I can not escape him!

Child, you are possessed!

Firm as rock our covent stands -
Splendid isolation!
Here forever we shall dwell,
Sheltered from temptation!

Avva Rama:
We were destroyed in the morning mist,
As a result of the Fire.

Horatia & Karina:
Demon, begone, your place is in Hell!
Fiend of ill dessire!

Child, I see your eyes are so red,
Your skin is pale and fragile,
Your forget to eat your bread
And spend your nights in prayer.

Please, mother, save me!
Now the voice speaks louder to me
Telling me tales of far lands

I've asked Rome to help us save thee,
The Exorcists are coming.

Cred in Deum Patrem!