Ветром коснуться б румянца ланит, Уст целовать твоих пьяный фарфор, Море в груди моей буйной шумит, Волны уносят мой дух на Босфор.
That wills that erasing bordes between usual things,
Between normality of the life is the greatest,
Those who want to throw the prejudices
Will be Immortal Ones,
Their life'll everlasting,
Their youth blooms forevermore
As their wisdom will do.
Blessed be their mind
Hallowed by The Sacred Tree of Darkness,
Ruled by Our Dark Crone Of The Woods!
"And what are you waiting for?
The time when our beauty
Would bring sinister and deviant forms
Penetrating all and even thou, like I do?"
Bedevil by my Diableric Hexen Spell
You know its what I master well
The vixen charms will end you then
We'll drink thy lifeblood 'n banquet we'll reign!
Mortify the victims in the dark passion's play,
Toward they to end an' in blood they'll lay!
Come! Prowl here, feed my darlings beasts!
Hour of withcraft and the subfuscous feast!
In Dieaberie Neomenia the forlorn
Will find the end by Sacred Thorn
We'll drink the Sloe's honeydew
While our victims coming through
The diaboli an' goety hailed by martyr
In eve of our reign in the first bite of winter
Hallowed by the Sacrum ObscurTirn
When blooms lustihood and obeah within
Between normality of the life is the greatest,
Those who want to throw the prejudices
Will be Immortal Ones,
Their life'll everlasting,
Their youth blooms forevermore
As their wisdom will do.
Blessed be their mind
Hallowed by The Sacred Tree of Darkness,
Ruled by Our Dark Crone Of The Woods!
"And what are you waiting for?
The time when our beauty
Would bring sinister and deviant forms
Penetrating all and even thou, like I do?"
Bedevil by my Diableric Hexen Spell
You know its what I master well
The vixen charms will end you then
We'll drink thy lifeblood 'n banquet we'll reign!
Mortify the victims in the dark passion's play,
Toward they to end an' in blood they'll lay!
Come! Prowl here, feed my darlings beasts!
Hour of withcraft and the subfuscous feast!
In Dieaberie Neomenia the forlorn
Will find the end by Sacred Thorn
We'll drink the Sloe's honeydew
While our victims coming through
The diaboli an' goety hailed by martyr
In eve of our reign in the first bite of winter
Hallowed by the Sacrum ObscurTirn
When blooms lustihood and obeah within
это мне еще учится и как до трансильвании из артема пешком