Stand by My Side Songtext
von Eosphorus
Stand by My Side Songtext
With circle cast and quarters opened, the gateways arise
Time stands still, I′m out of breath and I feel on eerie presence near
In this tar filled pit I am humble before thee oh most feared ones
I care not of the life that leaves me broken
For this is just my own death
And they are with me, the four sons of magic rites, guiding my being
Truth seekers few, ridiculed and shunned, always under ground
Plotting to overthrone and cleanse the world that once was
For we are the ones that're risen and fallen nay
Anti-christ, anti-life, anti-god
Forever stand by my side
We are one and the same
We breeders of the black flame
Sorcerers and servants followers
Of the snakedressed goddess of all
Sisters and brothers of esoteric flame
Hear the howling call
Open throats, painting the ground
In honor of the greatest ones
The smell of death always inviting and malevolent
An evermore so death filled trip to
The valleys beyond this cell
My Transylvanian paradise of knowledge and magic spell
Anti-christ, anti-life, anti-god
Forever stand by my side
We are one and the same
We breeders of the black flame
Sorcerers and servants followers
Of the snakedressed goddess of all
Sisters and brothers of esoteric flame
Hear the howling call
Time stands still, I′m out of breath and I feel on eerie presence near
In this tar filled pit I am humble before thee oh most feared ones
I care not of the life that leaves me broken
For this is just my own death
And they are with me, the four sons of magic rites, guiding my being
Truth seekers few, ridiculed and shunned, always under ground
Plotting to overthrone and cleanse the world that once was
For we are the ones that're risen and fallen nay
Anti-christ, anti-life, anti-god
Forever stand by my side
We are one and the same
We breeders of the black flame
Sorcerers and servants followers
Of the snakedressed goddess of all
Sisters and brothers of esoteric flame
Hear the howling call
Open throats, painting the ground
In honor of the greatest ones
The smell of death always inviting and malevolent
An evermore so death filled trip to
The valleys beyond this cell
My Transylvanian paradise of knowledge and magic spell
Anti-christ, anti-life, anti-god
Forever stand by my side
We are one and the same
We breeders of the black flame
Sorcerers and servants followers
Of the snakedressed goddess of all
Sisters and brothers of esoteric flame
Hear the howling call
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