Pagan Spirit
Pagan Spirit - Magical Creation songtekst
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In deepest wells, so dark without bottom The space river roars wildly It determines itself when it will flow it's banks... Vessel - Mediator Human - Course It isn't possible for you to supress it! Deamon 's dwelling, the surround of obsession Into soul's pain is gradually changed It's flow is centre of certain creation's kind Passionate nature's entities like to bathe in it By flaming the seed flow out, precious drops From mysterious ethereal fluid, determinated To birth but not only for human form Contents of elements, boundary of existence in Death Multiplied power of Uran which amplify the materialism In halls of extensive mind They try to fix on imagination Acquired abilities, possibility to create magically Phosphorescent elementar entities, their greedy sights Carried out duties of word Final attaining token of Homunculus Don't stop! Step forward! I will be there, where you weren't able to come And you won't meet me, we forestall the time... This is privilege of the Wizard