Tekstovi: Tartaros. The Red Jewel. Into the Facutly of Wonderful Secrets.

(Serving the deep red elexir...)
You are into my feared
World, -sleeping in my domain"
With the faculties of mystical secrets...
With the profound contemplation...
From a cold destiny as a human
To a gently spiritual flow
I hide towards the virtue
As a master of the enchanted dimentions

With salt I cleanse the region of South. With air I
cleanse the region of west. With water I cleanse the
region of north. With flame I cleanse the region of
east.

(Litting...the divine light...)

[Chorus:]
Now when the fiery liquor chills in your blood
You are touching these aspects who encircle this light
This raw unended dark grim form is a
Summerized branch to the feared grand realms