In the dead of night
A stranger omen still
The witches footprint
On your window sill
When hell lets loose
And draws ever near
A soul like ghost
Will transmit fear

There's always doom for the wicked
Take hold of the pain

With witch like rays
To deli

Everything is tied, even God has his strings
There's left much pride... Heritage of old kings...
Woven with laws, woven with lies
Life's the cause, Pain's the prize
But I can change, everything around
Heaven's in range, with the spice I found

I am the Son of morning, de

Bloodlust and evil rising higher
Like a pagan god of fire
All through the ceremonies rotting
See the prophets veil is failing

Pray and believe
The Wicked eyes
Dragged to the altar
Of shameless lies

On the altar
Be sacrificed
Through the fire
To ari

Travelling... lands of Snow
I came across a bridge of choice
Meeting... The One below
Recognizing his unique Voice

Doubts on the bridge of Snow
Crossing or not is the question
All that remains is hiding
Seeking for a solution

Going to the One I owe a favor

Billions of years ago, sudden I was there
Placed on a rock, around it a lake, the borders that far
In the middle of the waste, it rose to the sky
The place was warmed by a young, yellow burning star
But why???
It had no enemies, until our tribe appeared
They filled the wa

Corpse candles light my way
Haunted people you will pay
Slaughtered where the bodies lay
Crushing all into mass graves

Deathly white a life like fright
Frozen masks a pained delight
A thousand eyes shine dead light
And drip like wax into the night

Burn

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Voices like a clang
The deafening clash of blades
The crackling roar of flames
The screams of frightened maids

Over the beaten earth
A ring of iron hoofs
Dying groans upon the field
Curses of the priests

Council of the cave
The nights of forty days
Und

Ever hunter in the fray
Always gaining on its prey
Running wild in the night
Close behind and out of sight

Cross hairs levelled for the death
Grip the trigger hold your breath
Right between the eyes it hits
Kill it all if it fits

Skin grows cold the night wind

Since long... been floating... through oceans... alone...
Big walls of ice protect me for the outside
It's cold inside, a neverending grey night
Despite the safety, I dream and moan
They're always about the same they're warm
But warmth becomes heat, it's growin': a red storm<

Twisted fingers splay in death
Crawling across the land
Like witches spells decending
Into a perfect storm
This sweet touch of death
Lay rest your uneasy soul
The waters getting dark around you
Death twisting into form

Ride! You prince of hell
Capture all yo

Children... on their way
Travelling... lands of Snow
They are... on a mission

Five... so they say
Exposure... long ago
Causing... purple visions

Consumed by innocence (?)
When clouds of the lords collide, I did collapse too...
Swarms of (f)lies, enter our void

I am the Emperor, ruling all known universe
I have absolute power and absolute thirst...
Thirsty for even more, wasting energy in great haste
Eager to learn the Lore, fertilizing psionic waste
Conquering my enemies, striking them with all my might
Changing all known histories

Travelling space and time, swooping down from skies
Fourth-dimension crime, fields of hope the prize
Inner states of pain, overwhelming memory
With an immense strain, I forget the Prophecy
Nights are unpredictable, fear or restless nights
Staying awake is umbearable, maybe I

Mistress of the universe
Beware her curse
Lucifer's morning star
Bringer of dawns war

Selfish warrior your discontent grows slow
Apocalyptic soul soon grows old

Cuts like a knife

Fire wave of morning light
Cast off the shadowed night
Visions a soul has s