Текст песни Bewitcher - Mystifier (White Night City)

Оригинальный текст песни Mystifier (White Night City)

Born of the frozen wastes, peasant with an arctic gaze
Blessed with such piety, blighted by the gift of prophecy
Clairvoyant, seer beyond
Through the wilds on and on
Siberian lupine appetite grows as the gates fall into sight
Dark forces rise as the scythe descends
Gold spires, reflect the coming fires
In the white night city, it’ll be a hot time in the town tonight
Lurker in the palace
Holy fool, MYSTIFIER
Mourning wind, songs of sorrow
Our mother is bleeding
Guide the hand that stabs her heart
Set a place beside the throne, oh sisters of the crow
Sin be the path to salvation, be not afraid of damnation
Warnings of the coming storm, silenced by the waters of Neva
Infinite misery
Crumbling of the dynasty

Альбом Cursed Be Thy Kingdom

Bewitcher - Cursed Be Thy Kingdom

Дата релиза: 16.04.2021

Официальный музыкальный альбом группы "Bewitcher"