Texty:
Cauldron Born Born Of The Cauldron

The wind is moaning through the trees and the sorceress on her knees Sacrifice in the grove tonight The legions are on their way and the Romans they

Triumph for the sons of the heather Defeat for the legions of Rome Two Kings of the night they stood togeather The clans would defend their home The

Riding in righteous rage, laying waste the land Killing women, children, beast and man Raping the young, torturing the old Forging your way to streets

Outlaw, Exile of Atlantis My tribesmen turned on me They said, I could slay in war but not in mercy They tied a girl to a stake to be burned alive My

It was back in the time of Victorian splendor When into the nightmare of lust she fell Like the flower in November she could not surrender Across the

For victory and glory we follow the legend He who bears the mark of Kane Steel sinews grasp the blood drenched steel Wild flies his red mane Sunrise

a star it fell from the sky It went down down and it fell into the fire And it makes me cry How long gone and how long will we stay Born of night we

Mine is the card of suffering Mine is the card of misery All of this was foretold Before these depictions ever hung in Thoth's gallery I have many names

Run, hide in the old church you'll be safe These words from a priest who's lost his faith In the face of seeing the dead walk again Outside the rain