Marching Towards The North

Cauldron

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I'm wandering on the wisp, through mortuary light.
My soul is feeling a divine transformation
my body floats in the Blackened Kingdom.
Far beyond the sky I'll carry my black spirit
far beyond the horizons I'll came to kneel in front of you.
My eyes are watching pentagram's sign
I only hear the demonic warth's wind
Whispering voices, decaying screams take my mind.
My soul will be sold for eternal life
to create a race wich will sow the terror in the world.
Far beyond the stars I see the witches on a flame
pronouncing their saviour's name ¡Satan!
Marching towards the north
gazing the beauty of the night
marching towards the north
watching forest's wanders.
Marching towards the north
I hear the call of the hidden shadows
marching towards the north
I feel on my body the eternal lord.