thrall, The horned moon’s sweet enchantment, The topaz throne is beckoning, The jewelled sword awaits my grasp, The dreaming gods now grimly brood in The silence of atlantean spires
thrall, The horned moon's sweet enchantment, The topaz throne is beckoning, The jewelled sword awaits my grasp, The dreaming gods now grimly brood in The silence of atlantean spires
Перевод: Bathory. Dreaming Of атлантов Spires.