Daughters Of Pagan Rituals
Vulcano
Wholly Wicked • 2014
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Lyrics
Shadows oozes out from between the forest
The clearing is chosen
All smells spread in the air
Among the shade of the trees
Arises the mask of perpetuity
Blue eyes of the Virgin of gilded hair,
Witness the deep blue of equinox
The original sin is a magical act
In the purity of the sixteen
Remove the mask from the eyes
No questions, only silence
Who brought it?
Who gave permission?
Master, Master
Come, come, come to the proof
Come, Come, the knowledge is there
Heat waves growing on pentagram
On sacred soil she exclaims once
All are here, to the celebration
Red wine oozes in nude bust
Come, come, come to the proof
Come, Come, the knowledge is there
The clearing is chosen
All smells spread in the air
Among the shade of the trees
Arises the mask of perpetuity
Blue eyes of the Virgin of gilded hair,
Witness the deep blue of equinox
The original sin is a magical act
In the purity of the sixteen
Remove the mask from the eyes
No questions, only silence
Who brought it?
Who gave permission?
Master, Master
Come, come, come to the proof
Come, Come, the knowledge is there
Heat waves growing on pentagram
On sacred soil she exclaims once
All are here, to the celebration
Red wine oozes in nude bust
Come, come, come to the proof
Come, Come, the knowledge is there
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