Texty:
Cauldron Born And Rome Shall Fall

Překlad: Kotel se narodil. ... A Řím padne.

Sorcery is drawing down the aeons Kings of the night Out of the past a King comes to fight And Rome Shall Fall, Rome Shall, Rome Shall Fall Thus spake

Outlaw, Exile of Atlantis My tribesmen turned on me They said, I could slay in war but not in mercy They tied a girl to a stake to be burned alive My

calling me Falling out into the abyss brought this festival in the snow Across nameless stars My forefathers called me from long ago Twelve figures were there other than myself Cloaked and

When omens of all portant come to be and the ancient ones rise up from the sea and the winged one comes forth from the moon The one will appear whose