- People Of The Dark Circle
I walked into a blackened room all eyes ablaze upon me
I felt a frost chill tear up my spine as the child gazed upon me
Pulled out into the abyss voices calling me
Falling out into the abyss brought this festival in the snow
Across nameless stars
My forefathers called me from long ago
Twelve figures were there other than myself
Cloaked and hooded in black robes
They raised the dreadful grimoire
And chanted bring forth the ancient ones
Now I am two as one for I gazed too long
Through the black mirror to a world beyond decay
Infinite hells, voices calling me and I was gone with...
Those gathered here tonight were here in a time before man
before time
Beware of those who people the dark circle
Vessel of flesh you will dispatch the child to the House of
Shades
Before the altar I stood my sabre steeped in blood
I, high priest of the black arts
[Solo]
Now I'm wandering through the streets
Looking at the ruins, I have not seen since I was a child
When the winged gauntsbore me to the edge of midnight and
some beyond
Now, I remember it all
Those gathered here tonight were here in a time before gods
or even time
Beware of those who people the dark circle
They watch you through dreaming eyes and soon will raise
their heads
Letras
- "...And Rome Shall Fall"
500 Shades
A Mushroom Cloud
Another flash
Bath In The Arena
Bells Ring Slowly
Blood Bath In The Arena
Blood Crusade
Born Of The Cauldron
By This Axe I Rule
Clontarf
Crusader
Dragon Throne
Dreaming With The Incubus
Exit Wounds
Finder Of The Black Stone
Finger and feed
Fresh Meat And Rotted Pride
Hallucination never dies
Hang us high
How great are we?
Imprisoned With The Pharaohs
In Fate's Eye A King
It's a suicide lottery
It's like they remember
Manipulate the slime
Morality is synthetic
My Last Ten Minutes
On Broken Wings Of Sorrow
People Of The Dark Circle
Storming The Castle
Synchronicity At Midnight / A Baying Of Hounds
The celebration is over
The end
The Final Incantation / In The Dreaming City
The Sword's Lament
This is the end
Ultra-violent
Unholy Sanctuary
Unleashing Wrath
We are the barricade
We must die
Who am i?
Wicker Man
You will live black utopia
Your shadow is selfish and violent