Aeternus - Warrior Of The Cresent Moon - Sözleri

in shimmering circle of silver light  by lightning, thunder, hail and wind i conjure thee  in icy wind and spitting fire through flowing stream and ancient mountain thou alone dost see me by sword of fire that can never fail i conjure thee   by ravens wings and serpents venom bestow your gifts upon me by eye of wolf and dragons flame grant me your strength i fall into the dark ravine the clash of swords fills my spirit thou who shinest by night on the sea casts the shadow of the are over my soul the powers of old embrace me  the ravens battlecry casts a shadow over my soul the are of the cresent moon i scream

														   

														   











		
			



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