گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The master magician tunes a casket-shaped lung
In his ritual chamber they pray to the dawn
Sipping cosmic nectar
hearing Magus lecture
Now Astaroth's ship sets sail across the sky
Through Saturn's yawning hail, and into the eye
Black magic rites profane
Wizards are oft' to blame
