not allow to enter Only the pain of the black flames Burning souls caught forever Burning souls will scream forever Burning souls always feel the pain Burning souls
with fidelity falter on our stones Crawling scarcely to pave the mystic floor And finding the way to pass Look to the dark and embrace your soul Steps
magic sets us free." [Ikon the Verbal Hologram] The War of Gods and Men I condemn them who believe In ancient fallacies and the heresy of thieves Burn
winter's moon are roaming The temples of the heather gods. Great worm whose tail rests in its mouth, The circle-without-end burns bright, Brood o'er
's moon are roaming The temples of the heather gods. Great worm whose tail rests in it's mouth, The circle-without-end burns bright, Brood o'er the far
We dance the circle dance the thorns Awaiting the sign of the horns A thousand black clouds storm Blasphemous Northern rites Mysticism touched Pentagrams burning
flesh with him tonight blasphemous son in my veins into the magic circle lord of dark winds obscure my soul burn my eyes make me see illusions burning
held tight in your hand The maiden lies beneath where you stand Mystic chants command you this night She's a victim of sacrifice Witches burn in hell
Sublime the claws of death Mystic and dangerous the eyes of horror Pulling you like a magnet Look into the eyes of deceit Their promise false, only want your soul
The fire started to burn Lost in her mind Driven by the darkness Feelings that I never had She gave to me I felt Lucifers angel deep in my soul As
dragon looking in his eyes bones of soldiers who had died in the battle of dead it's mouth was opened wide and the fire burned to take his soul but with
crosses And they danced in extasy In the moonlight you hear screams From the other dimension We denie the holy cross Burn our souls in hell Prince
OF A THOUSAND SWORDS GLEAMING BENEATH THE BLAZON OF THE HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE [To be found on the second Bal-Sagoth album; "Starfire Burning Upon The Ice
And magic sets us free." [Ikon the Verbal Hologram] The War of Gods and Men I condemn them who believe In ancient fallacies and the heresy of thieves Burn
circle dance on thorns Awaiting the sign of the horns A thousand black clouds storms Blasphemous Northern rites Mysticism touched Pentagrams burning
