Medina's Spell (valley Of The Seventh Mystique) Lyrics - Singles - Dark Millenium

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.