歌词
From the abyss hear the howling bringing a dark serenade.
Formed with the tail of a serpent – mist of the wolf starts to fade.
Aamon, your splendor forever, both the future and past will foretell.
40 legions commanded when the demons call on the Great Marquis of Hell!
Thorns on a rose made in heaven – flames spitting out – soon they will
poison the garden of Eden, turning the time moving still.
Aamon, your splendor forever, both the future and past will foretell.
40 legions commanded when the demons call on the Great Marquis of Hell!
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