Текст песни Wampyric Bloodlust - Sepulchral Curse

Black spots in the gloomy sky
Crucified shadow over the sleeping earth.
Carry the plague of destruction
Grief and pain, oblivion and death.

Winds die down this evil night,
Sepulchral cold pierces through.
Rain of rot and decay fall,
To pick up all forever.

Thousands of people cleared out of the time
The memory of them will disappear forever.
It would not be in this land of graves,
Not all of them are inveterate ever.

The winds died down as our breath.
Only peace is whistling in the dark ruins.
The sun fades, as new faces
That in the dark of night waiting for the fate of the ...