(Loreena McKennitt) [Instrumental]
Fleur aux petales d'or, Repands ta magie. Inverse le temps, Rends-moi ce qu'il m'a pris. Gueris les blessures, Eloigne la pluie. Ce destin impur, Rends
the shine of bloody Moon, Dug your roots precious to Magi Who, mixing tart sap of the plants With the dead extract of whitened bones Incanted in low
O brother, Wisdom is pouring into you From the beloved saint of God. You've only borrowed it. Although the house of your heart Is lit from the inside
I'm starting the test Your unbelief Conquering emperor Woke up your brain Restless thoughts Still consuming tour mind You help my magic With your own
you Incantation coming (Oh, here I come) Incantation coming to get you Incantation coming (Oh, here I come) Incantation coming to get you Incantation coming Incantation coming to get you Incantation coming (Come) Incantation
the crimson flames Thou shalt bar the doors of hell Incant these words of sacred rule Seal me in my crimson cell [Lead: Dan] And thus was read the incantation
[Lyrics by Robert Yench, Music by John McEntee and Robert Yench] We break the chains of God's will Vengeance for those who challenged the law Arise,
[Lyrics by Robert Yench, Music by Mike Saez and John McEntee] You are the last to be seen, outblazing the sun Spirit of the dark Son of the mourning
Indulged in the trickling Moisture of blood descending upon my essence Redemption of purity Now transcends into a blissful reality of pain Alas Sanguine
Intertwining miserableness Consuming grace now darkening Ever dimming light of holiness Forever now extinguished Abomination infesting and molding Realms
We will be pure in the abyss. Salvation. Reigns... Praying for a dying religion. The lord will bless us... Misfortune of God. The throne is lost. Christ
[Lyrics: John McEntee Music by: John McEntee & Kyle Severn] Altar of iniquity Denouncing he In hatred we conquer Unholy heaven As we arise, to conquer
Rot in your burning crypts Breaking gates of life Deep earth's abyss Souls burnt to a dark crisp Bodies taken from the graves Buried under sacred dirt
Sacrifice everything holy in sight... By the signs of the infra-world Which delivered the most horrific prophecies We take this legacy of sacrilegious
Submerged in subjugated provocation Thy euphoric misfortune (tribulation) Laceration upon my flesh Diminishing lucidity unto a void of perversion The
Evil one enters the helpless soul Merciless, the giver takes his toll Reveals the evil, condemn the victim Corruption of the holy, destruction of the
Vengeance destined Upon bitterness thrive Ire to your image Everlasting aversion My essence is forever ablaze I loathe thy nazarite
