Текст песни: Beckoning Grave + перевод

All fall silent at the call of the grave

Each motion of mind, body and soul

And a secret is whispered from Lord Death’s tongue

As the funeral shroud unfolds

The night has covered the mirror’s gaze

And pale all dreams and hope lies

All but a horrid star atop my tomb

Shines in the pitch black skies

Lucifer! Oh, god of gods

I stand speechless before your fire

As the worthless world fades into naught

I have but one deep holy desire:

Fuck my life into senseless dust

Crush my form into an endless abyss

That I may crawl back into your black womb again

And be wrapped in your infernal bliss

All truth run cold 'neath your fathomless eye

For Death is the mystery you hold

The call of the master, the call of the grave

Is all that chants in my pitch black soul

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