Dark Millennium Medinas Spell (valley Of The Seventh Mystique) Lyrics

Medinas Spell (valley Of The Seventh Mystique) Lyrics

Raise your breath, crypts of Medina.



Towards the realm of ritual

Leaded by the grief

The faith in spiritualism

Possesses your
belief.



The master won't remit your sins

The judgement has
arrived

The atmosphere will bear the fate

The seven mists will
rise.



Consecrate the gates to the magicians' hall

Raise the
silence, lead the barons to their seat;

Fallacious thoughts die away,

Pernicious doubt begets decay

When the omen prays to heaven for
relief.



Hear the prophet's call:

"Woe to the valley of the
seventh mystique."



(The curse of Medina:)

A new sin will be
born

Upon a life's relic

Redeemers will be torn

For the reign
of this mystique.

The guardians to the spell

Protect the ritual

The barons of the dark

Confess.



Let the rubin touch the
spirit,

Take the fragment to the king.

Awake the valley of the
witches

The curse will form the seventh sin.