Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Voynich Manuscript, artist - Elvenking. Album song Secrets of the Magick Grimoire, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 09.11.2017
Record label: AFM, Soulfood Music Distribution
Song language: English
The Voynich Manuscript |
I’m slave to the arms of the night and of the shadows |
Caressed by the storms and the spines of wanton fantasies |
Filthy unutterable rites, of pagan verity |
Adorned by magickal scars |
For the ones who believe, for the ones who really believe |
I raise a toast to the gods of the damned and banned |
A chalice to those who betrayed the gilded throne |
Write of my journeys and fights back to back |
Sing of my deeds and my glories |
Hide all the things that are burning my heart |
Deep down devouring my soul of black |
Until I will confess and redeem |
To the last arcane king |
A kingdom got fattened by greed, by vicious longings |
Luxury demons command |
On the prowl of your vanity, look out for your enemies |
I raise a toast to the gods of the damned and banned |
A chalice to those who betrayed the gilded throne |
I stand on the verge of malice — bless the hands of the wickedly pure |
The fingers of the glorified to the back of the eternally blamed |
Write of my journeys and fights back to back |
Sing of my deeds and my glories |
Hide all the things that are burning my heart |
Deep down devouring my soul of black |
Until I will confess and redeem |
To the last arcane king |
Sing of my deeds and glories — as my remains repose |
Evocating maleficium — manuscript of death throes |
Write of my journeys and fights back to back |
Sing of my deeds and my glories |
Hide all the things that are burning my heart |
Deep down devouring my soul of black |
Write of my journeys and fights back to back |
Sing of my deeds and my glories |
Hide all the things that are burning my heart |
Deep down devouring my soul of black |
Until I will confess and redeem (the arcane king) |
Yes, redeem to the arcane king |
I stand on the verge of malice |
Blessed are the hands of the wickedly pure |
Pointed the fingers of the glorified |
To the backs of the eternally blamed |
I stand on the verge of malice |
Blessed are the hands of the wickedly pure |
Pointed the fingers of the glorified |
To the backs of the eternally blamed |
I smell the blood of the reverenced |
With reluctance and disgust |
They’ll find the answers of their holy land |
In the piss splattered on their graves |
Until I will redeem — to the arcane king |
Until I will redeem — to the arcane |
To the arcane king |