Time! As a demon I rise, feeling the hunger I gather us for the final Sabbath at last on this night And I fly as the nightshade attacks the light As it makes me the strings of thy wrath and all-conquering sin Down into the hunt! Till the darkness allows None of their bastions will be safe on this hour Before the daylight devours our flesh, I wonder, How many will manage to flee? This night is worth the whole life Yet the prophecy says we all to be burnt in the pitiful dawn So be it! This oath's yet to serve us: In torments and deaths to unite!
Passing the burning cliffs Our ship is leaving the bay Remember us for the others won't
As morning strikes It feels the day Up with the mass Of deadly horror It wakes the dead up To proceed with rot And thus provide them all With new turmoil
Master! Art thou hearing me call? Through these storms that I've summoned As a tribute to thy majesty! Regard! Oh, Almighty! Thy mortal bride is prepared And blessed she lies awaiting thee... Thou, who allowed me to be thy choirs of sorrow, In ascendant stream of this symphony Heavier are my wings, yet it was damn worth of trying To reach this height to fall from so desperately And here it comes...
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Passing the burning cliffs Our ship is leaving the bay Remember us for the others won't
As morning strikes It feels the day Up with the mass Of deadly horror It wakes the dead up To proceed with rot And thus provide them all With new turmoil
Master! Art thou hearing me call? Through these storms that I've summoned As a tribute to thy majesty! Regard! Oh, Almighty! Thy mortal bride is prepared And blessed she lies awaiting thee... Thou, who allowed me to be thy choirs of sorrow, In ascendant stream of this symphony Heavier are my wings, yet it was damn worth of trying To reach this height to fall from so desperately And here it comes...
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