Songtext von Shaman And The Waning Moon

The tide is calling the volcanic vibration to spring The demon of the midnight sun With a thousand names to bear I wield the bronze symbol of the ancients And let his gaze carve my flesh. O terrible lord! Dance thy dance of death entice the eyes of my soul And let me burn to the rays of nereid bathe my scales and rip my tongue. The tribes of saphia shall ever speak The vibrating sound of reptilian transcendence The light