كلمات Phosphor

Lo ! I pilgrim came from the desert Draped in sickness, dressed in black When the utter thunders roared young And the heart of Valusia enshrined the dark He was born of the whore but was forged by wrath And he was lusting for more Born at Zins earthdawn the halo of the chosen foreshadowed the war Promethean Phosphor Beared the mark of hatelorn Saturn And whispered requiems lurid to men Natus sub Stella Polari Mortal deva, promethian mortalis