Regredior

Fury Ball

Regredior


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