Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moonPerditious souls danse their danseWinter
[instrumental]
We are falling over the ends of the earth
So gather
And so it seemsI am unbound in my miseryDrunk in
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deepWounds of
(Nothing seems to make sense, I'm tired of it all,
Seems we are to live our final days
Far from
(Written originally by ancient Irish pagan poet Amergin Glangel)I am
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring?
Can't you hear Dread Words
Mairfidh ar bhfuil go deoI gciorcal timpeall na cruinneA dheite
For those who may Rise
As a Phoenix from the
I have one Desire
let it be
a Pestilence upon
Her scent comes to meAs the night breathesHer countenance graveA
What am I but a thorn in your side?Frost in
Shone the sunset red and solemn
Where we stood and observed
Down
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