Po Tolo
[Lyrics by Christofer Johnsson] [Music by Christofer Johnsson] Po Tolo!
Превод: Therion. Sirius B.
: [Lyrics by Thomas Karlsson (Russian Translation by Diana Vensktyte)] [Music by Christofer Johnsson/Johan Niemann] Eae iaoaeu ec Neae?e iiyaeeny iaecaanoiue
: Collect the blood of Kingu from the great old sea And Arrogate the primeval waters Inside your veins the power of the demon flow Have you ever searched
See the signs in the end of kala in the yuga The stars are falling down, we all are trepped in modern time There is no way ti hide from the yoke of this
: [Lyrics by Thomas Karlsson] [Music by Christofer Johnsson] Into a fruitless desert, into a darker day The world is falling down and the sun is painted
Music by Christofer Johnsson] From a lonely stars Beyond the verge of universe A sound is choing (A) call from another world Lights from Sirius Will
: [Lyrics by Christofer Johnsson] [Music by Christofer Johnsson] Po Tolo!
: [Lyrics by Thomas Karlsson] [Music by Christofer Johnsson/Kristian Niemann] Fly, Great Bird Taus - Fly to the sunrise Your feathers and the crown,
is only real Then, when 'I am', when I walk on the way On the Fourth Way, like a Herald of Light and the Dark Is there life on Earth? The Worl will set
: [Lyrics by Thomas Karlsson] [Music by Christofer Johnsson] The caravan is close to enter Inside the land of Punt Rivers of gold and scented lakes
: In ancient days of Khem A Pharao was praising The sun above Amon Osiris, Mother Isis and Toth The gods would punish the hybris of Pharao He wrapped
Karlsson] [Music by Christofer Johnsson] From a lonely stars Beyond the verge of universe A sound is choing (A) call from another world Lights from Sirius
[Lyrics by Thomas Karlsson (Russian Translation by Diana Vensktyte)] [Music by Christofer Johnsson/Johan Niemann] Eae iaoaeu ec Neae?e iiyaeeny iaecaanoiue
[Lyrics by Thomas Karlsson] [Music by Christofer Johnsson] Into a fruitless desert, into a darker day The world is falling down and the sun is painted
Maya See the signs in the end of kala in the yuga The stars are falling down, we all are trepped in modern time There is no way ti hide from the yoke
