I invite you to the ball od storm
The wind'll give us wings of crows
We shall fly and spit on the Earth
And priests cross themselves
When they see us
We drink wine with birds' blood
We laugh along with witches
Drowned serve to us
Moanings of the dying in my galss
Earings made of infans heads
The smiles of cobras skulls
Drawing of magical signs
Longing for the kill
Mattering eyes
Crackins, unfeeling skin
Mouth brimful of pus and blood
This way people die
You didn't want to fly with rain...
RAM, RAM KALI
Todaday you rule this world
All bloody sacrifices - for you
Rave of storm - your might
RAM, RAM KALI
The queen of fury ball
Free our souls
Rave of storm - your might
