The Calling (исполнитель: Gothminister)
She's bearing a vicious featus Descendent from a distant past It holds an ancient secret The curse will unfold at last It carries the force of angels Transmitting from the phantom land For healing souls of godless breed She was left with the children of the damned Behold, he's calling Deep down where your dreams end Darkness embrace you One day it forsakes you We're stalking the last disciple She's spreading the old decease Possessed with demon skills Giving birth to eternal heresy Burn skin, and no regrets It belongs to the children of the damned