Tekstovi: Ancient Wisdom. The Calling. At The Stone Of Ancient Wisdom.

I call onto thee, Father of Sin
Eyes glowing with the flames of Hell
Sulphur-fire burning within
I call onto thee, enslaver of light
I'm your servant, your tool and son
Accept my gift in this Cursed night

Father, I give you my blood
At the Stone of Ancient Wisdom
I give you my blood

I call onto thee, bringer of storms
Whom will consume the earth
Yet your Flame keeps me warm
I call onto thee, King of all Kings
Oh, Great Dragon, bring me Hell
Embrace me with your wings

:and blood kept on falling from the blackened sky,
mixed with feathers and tears from all those who died
A kingdom once filled with joy and warmth,
now forever buried beneath the shadow of our Horn-Crowned Master:

I call onto thee, Father of Sin
Eyes glowing with the flames of Hell
Sulphur-fire burning within
I call onto thee, enslaver of light
I'm your servant, your tool and son
Accept my gift in this Cursed night

Father, I give you my blood
At the Stone of Ancient Wisdom
I give you my blood