The Poems Evil Page

The silent willows keep the ancient stone
Hidden behind that cryptic door

Rituals of terror quake all the ghost land
The bloody line now paints the cold floor
Evil pages are almost written
With the dark poison of flesh and bones

Fire is raining on the grey mountains
Waters are waiting for the last oath

The way is open, now they are coming
Called by the blasphemous words of the Lord

And finally the violet waves announce their arrival
And blood will soon be painting the beloved lamenting ocean

The way is open, now they are coming
Called by the words, the words of the Lord

Ethereal harmonies spread trough all the air
The unreal calm before Elnor's end