The Ruins Of Beverast - The Pythia´S Pale Wolves скачать mp3

Our proud Arkadia celebrates tonight All circles ablaze with torchlight Our masked, splendorous patron Shall stare into the lidless eyes of our cattle Betimes... Z my mind! Sing, Priestess, sing! Your eyes, your chant, your ecstasy! Pythia, sing to me! Zsh me! Dance, Priestess, dance! Your herbs, your breath, all agony! O Pythia, pour it all over me...