The Calling — Gothminister

She's bearing a vicious featus Descendent from a distant past It holds an ancient secret The curse will unfold at last She carries the force of angels Transmitting from the phantom land For healing souls of godless breed She was left with the children of the damned

Behold, he's calling Deep down where your dreams end Darkness embrace you One day it forsakes you

We're stalking the last disciple She's spreading the old decease Possessed with demon skills Giving birth to eternal heresy

Burn skin, and no regrets She was left with the children of the damned