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The Mortal In The Valley Of The Beltion Of Fire And The Mystic Sword Of Archanun Baal Iblis At Regency Of The Mountain Poet... The Great Magician ! (musickantiga Il Troto)
The Mortal In The Valley Of The Beltion Of Fire And The Mystic Sword Of Archanun Baal Iblis At Regency Of The Mountain Poet... The Great Magician ! (musickantiga Il Troto)
Under the autumn nebula Fall the leafs dry up of time That filter and aroma the sweet poison of thyphon The symbol of evil that display
Under the winds that gustan this lost plain Bring of south the jackal's howl At south rturn your laments Join us a dark and freeze autumn moonlight
Shed the saguine stone of the occult space The silhuette of the witch his spectre The great pagan spell open us So that be fultifilled a glorious purpose
There is stars above us and give his light The brilliance for the important mission And the cast emerge the sorrow messegers Wich nothing affectionable him!
'Hail Thyphon Rasteje sorrateira para o encanto Para onde migram seus lamentos"
Free thy magick to us meet under the winds Find us in the mystic eyes of Baal Challenge his sword and forge the priest steel Look at Thyphon dommate Rasteje sorrateira para o encanto Para onde migram???
Here is the blood of your sons The blood of the immortal pagan warriors And the saga of victories of his envoy Odes at this time... That venerate you
'Hail Thyphon Rasteje sorrateira para o encanto Para onde migram seus tormentos"
You that exort the immortal master's nectar Find us under the winds of Misthraill And free enigimatic magick oh!!! ereature that hide in the fear
The mourning come near, oh thyphon Other than, but obstruct scatter us in the earth At transmit his occult doctrine Evil prevails forever!!!
Adra Nflath! Ave... Ave... Ave...
"Sopra a aflição da humanidade Atiça o mal, loucura e guerra traz rancor a enfermidade Afasta a fé de toda a terra Nega-lhes o bem, da-lhes a maldade Afasta a fé de toda a terra!"
Come to us valley of the partrigdes Where the chant in the chirp of birds Secretly in the belt forest... fire! Here is the grain this dome
You with thy magnific crown Be in the enchanted Gaya's lake... But, lives in the belt fire! Prick us to Demeter and keep us Under the misterious glance
The mistery of the Musickantiga And hipnotic unholy melody