| He's the weak Narciso seeing his image in the stream... | |
| When the nocturnal stars die her bed is the void, the black vortex | |
| And I the Master hidden in the Light Evil will and the angelic glaze | |
| Nightmare masked with air and fire | |
| Infinite space over desecrating night skies | |
| They are the golden curls coils of slimy snakes | |
| I'm the weak Narciso, reflecting in the flames | |
| I take what I want, and all I see | |
| Sitting on my throne of crimson leaves | |
| He tears your tender body, with thousand thorny roses... | |
| He tears my tender body, with thousand thorny roses... | |
| Dissolute Son, filthy agony of her eyes | |
| Would you close the eternal circle? | |
| The rending scream of the victim in chains | |
| Hurge the Beast to consume its feed | |
| his whim dispels the dimensional veil | |
| it drops the mind to the primordial fury | |
| Nightmare masked with air and fire | |
| Infinite space over desecrating night skies | |
| Each morbid ritual unleashes the elements of perversion | |
| The golden vulture feeds on her human essence | |
| The blossom is fading, its stalk is bleeding... | |
| The blossom is fading, its stalk is bleeding... | |
| When it's dawn, while Rha is rising | |
| the crime is accomplished, creature hunted | |
| The crime is accomplished creature exiled for your vanity! | |
| Spirits of midday brought her with clouds | |
| Beyond times inside the world.. | |
| He's the weak Narciso seeing his image in the.. | |
| Along the dark red paths, deserts to your sandy den | |
| Between ancient stories and whispered legends | |
| I still exist in your ritual revenges | |
| Perfect, infect, deprived of your wings | |
| Barren, sparkly, carrier of diseases | |
| Your stony monuments | |
| Bent toward Nut's womb | |
| Oracles inside the Prophets of Atlantis' dead sons! | |
| The advent of your deepest dusk on my face there is a mask.. | |
| A castle grown with fear shall burns my frozen tears |
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