Текст песни ザ・ヴォイニッチ・マニュスクリプト - Elvenking
I′m
slave
to
the
arms
of
the
night
and
of
the
shadows
Caressed
by
the
storms
and
the
spines
of
wanton
fantasies
Filthy
unutterable
rites,
of
pagan
verity
Adorned
by
magickal
scars
For
the
ones
who
believe,
for
the
ones
who
really
believe
I
raise
a
toast
to
the
gods
of
the
damned
and
banned
A
chalice
to
those
who
betrayed
the
gilded
throne
Write
of
my
journeys
and
fights
back
to
back
Sing
of
my
deeds
and
my
glories
Hide
all
the
things
that
are
burning
my
heart
Deep
down
devouring
my
soul
of
black
Until
I
will
confess
and
redeem
To
the
last
arcane
king
A
kingdom
got
fattened
by
greed,
by
vicious
longings
Luxury
demons
command
On
the
prowl
of
your
vanity,
look
out
for
your
enemies
I
raise
a
toast
to
the
gods
of
the
damned
and
banned
A
chalice
to
those
who
betrayed
the
gilded
throne
I
stand
on
the
verge
of
malice
– bless
the
hands
of
the
wickedly
pure
The
fingers
of
the
glorified
to
the
back
of
the
eternally
blamed
Write
of
my
journeys
and
fights
back
to
back
Sing
of
my
deeds
and
my
glories
Hide
all
the
things
that
are
burning
my
heart
Deep
down
devouring
my
soul
of
black
Until
I
will
confess
and
redeem
To
the
last
arcane
king
Sing
of
my
deeds
and
glories
– as
my
remains
repose
Evocativo
maleficium
– manuscript
of
death
throes
I
stand
on
the
verge
of
malice
–
Blessed
are
the
hands
of
the
wickedly
pure
Pointed
the
fingers
of
the
glorified
To
the
backs
of
the
eternally
blamed
I
smell
the
blood
of
the
reverenced
with
reluctance
and
disgust
They'll
find
the
answers
of
their
holy
Land
in
the
piss
splattered
on
their
graves
Until
i
will
redeem
– to
the
arcane
king
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