Текст песни one second to midnight - Некромант

Eye the wind of the night,
Hopping trouble
But he does not extinguish
In your window, the candle.
Cut the cross and gives a glass of ...
Spell, the ritual comes to the camp.

And circle of fire, inside the star
And the whisper was filled with silence.

Before you flesh, under my feet.
Well, why do you need a dead love?
Stone pupil and open mouth.
Is it really to miss God?

Hands lowered, cold as a wall.
- Do with her what you want, she is yours.
Knees fell, wiping his eyes,
The necromance whispered only: "Forgive me"