Ceremonial beauty beneath a bitter moon Perditious souls danse their danse Winter withered silence were once my tomb In eternal frost, a dark romance
We are falling over the ends of the earth So gather your sons and daughters before you And tell them that these are the final days of all Preach to the
A moment of clarity It spoke to me in tongues It spoke to me of ruin Of destitution, and of pain Where night, it never ever Seems to come To ease the
Seems we are to live our final days Far from the dwellings of men As flowing tides and shifting sands Far from the bitter gaze of soul less man In
(Nothing seems to make sense, I'm tired of it all, I've stopped searching for meanings... there are none. Time heals nothing, all it does is make you
Brother, what tidings doth thou bring? Can't you hear Dread Words from Traitors Tongues Sister, Few Honours are left standing Proud In this world They
And so it seems I am unbound in my misery Drunk in my sobriety ...and twisted animosiety The private moments of man Are rarely ever seen Yet, autumn gathers
Mairfidh ar bhfuil go deo I gciorcal timpeall na cruinne A dheite arsa... Ta ar Aine f?s ar lasadh Tog muidne do mhuintir... Go siorai An rud a eirionn
Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The
I have one desire let it be, a pestilence upon your lands A plague upon all your houses, it is my wish To enslave all your people, the soil enriched with
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Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved 'tis belike a burial pillar
Lilith my bride... a love of sin so deep Wounds of lust won't ever heal Stigmata... I yearn for thy crimson taste Rape my senses... upon your cross I'
Dawn's cold passion filters through the trees In darkness I showed you ecstacy In darkness I took you from this world Light shall never fall upon your
Drifting in dreams of memory past To pray to never wake Or return to spiritless cages That held me once before So mant seasons I've seen A heart as winter
Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I'll draw down the veil, and offer up
Shafts of morning dew, fade to dusk Fires in the distance, make shadows dance Under this Blood Red Sky, a million martyrs died And beneath the pale moon
Shone the sunset red and solemn Where we stood and observed Down the corners of the column Letter strokes of Ogham carved 'Tis be like a burial pillar
