Wolfsschrei - The Unknown Spectre Of Evil Тексты

Ever heard of
What they talk about in scorn
Never seen or felt
Though real and suspiciously dormant

Unknown and hidden
In a dimension
Nobody will ever reach
As a dimly eluded dream
Like buried in oblivion

My evilness rests beside
Between that sort of vivid flesh
Almost rotten, nearly septic

So unknown but still attendant
Waiting to be resurrected
Once it was so great
In its magnificence
So glorious, so real

Unknown and hidden
In a dimension
Nobody will ever reach
I am waiting to arouse it

My evilness comes from beyond
Manifesting itself by that sort of flesh
Almost rotten, nearly septic
It has always been there
Always been there