Текст песни Fuzzlord Revival Cult - Above the Smoke

Witch hour’s here... now rise.
Their wicked goats take to the night lit sky.
They ride through meadows... down south
On cloven hoofs without a trembling sound.

Now speak, that godless oath.
Renounce, hail to the dark
Rejoice, in blackened cloaks
They ride, above the smoke.

The soulless riders... descent.
Along the pastures all that’s green turns black
Veiled by the moon... at night
When all is dark they’ll steal your wretched soul.

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Our hour´s near…