Then...
Darkness fell...
And the mist of twilight shadow...
Was forced to lie...
Chanting the midnight hymns...
As an angel's whispering cry...
Uninvited came a winter breeze...
Green as the innocence of autumn's blood...
Carrying the vividly damnation...
Through our hatred's seeds...
As sorrow of the fullmoon...
Reap the wind-screen...
I am here all alone...
Shades of grey cast to the sky...
In the deepest night of a mortal life...
Before the wrath of thy might,
Shall rage foully as withering rites...
A waching eye
Behind the curtains of night...
Where the burning candles
Were choosen by death to bring the light...
Silence with such a faithful sin
Was burried beneath,
The brooding of thy grimmest sight...
Untill then...
Restitution of servitude,
Emerge for thee...
To obtain thy morbid rites...
By the innocent sacrilegious,
For a virtuous soul...
Slince has gone... nor relegions,
To bring a call...
A virtue emitted within,
The cemetery of the blinded fate,
To revive the ultimate damnation...
Utilizing our morbid shapes...
Calls were spawned to bow,
Hauling the souls to row...
Heard from a cascet of stone
Upon the cemetery's throne...
Heared from the graves of silence,
For the nights eternal moon,
Shall bring the crimson violence...
And as the frozen dawn yawns,
Ere the nights of the dismal silence...
Legions of fire and filthy flames
Breaking the world's rails,
To the astral guidance...
Into a heretic minde-maze
The musing meditation of liberty
Manifest so truthfuly blindless...
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