Bản dịch: Funeral Mist. Circle Of Eyes.
Circle of eyes, ball of judgement Doomed to seek those broken lands Circles... wheels of dry eyes Released to embitter the sweetest of secrets Lead
through the eyes of the Necroscope Into the realm where marble tombs lay open Where Death and Decay hold their thrones And sorrow chants her funeral
: Circle around the park Joining hands in silence Watch the evil black the sky The storm has ripped the shelter Of illusion from our brow This power
