Vārdi:
Occult And Darkness Shall Begin

And our command is here The moon will rise its final The clouds turn awful gray And when the bells cahin And when the wind blows hard And darkness shall begin

And our command is here The moon will rise its final The clouds turn awful gray And when the bells cahin And when the wind blows hard And darkness shall begin

And our command is here The moon will rise its final The clouds turn awful gray And when the bells cahin And when the wind blows hard And darkness shall begin

Tulkojums: Lux Occulta. Un tumsa sāk.