There will be no beauty
The secrets of the unborn
An angel's cries with it's shattered wings
The holy blood is spilled
I fell from grace, I fell into the deepest abyss
The evocations wrath, hit me like a fist
To burst out, in scars of distant grief
The August flames, swallowed me with it's kiss
Never to be found is the key to purgatory
I felt the winds of death and it's fury
They approached from the halls of sacred duty
The fall of daylight has begun
From the ruins of my domain
They gathered with a pagan oath
to reign these walls for aeons
Hungry for the bewinged
The fullmoon I adore
and it's victory
I raise my hand with their blood in me
I fell from grace, I fell into the deepest abyss
The evocations wrath, hit me like a fist
To burst out, in scars of distant grief
The August flames, swallowed me with it's kiss
As blasphemy rains over me....
Fullmoon...
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