Hellchild, be awaken
time to remember the rules
the centuries bleed,
the masters are dead and gone ...
Dance again this winternight
past and present shall unite
run for the burial
enter the vesper again.
The rumors suppose
godforsaken are those
that will bath in the gloss
of whatever ...
Dance again this winternight
past and present shall unite
run for the burial
enter the vesper again.
OF SEPTRE the
mysteries speak.
THEIR ASHES in
the lands of the lords.
MAY grounds ban
the stones on their head?
BE one with the
spawn of the dead
|