The Calling Lyrics
The Calling - Gothminister
She 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
It was left with the children of the damned
Behold he calling
Deep down where your dreams end
Darkness embrace you
One day it forsakes you
We stalking the last disciple
She 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
Behold he calling
Deep down where your dreams end
Darkness embrace you
One day it forsakes you
Behold he calling
Deep down where your dreams end
Darkness embrace you
One day it forsakes you