ancient is the relic once told foreseen in our darkened past to tell a benign dream a shadow's memory has cast simple is the one who sees it fit no wonder
A relic that leaves no room for peace So fragile it has always been Outside your focus Extinction - your final goal Now you're the relic ...and so
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So came the night Cast it silvery light Upon sorrowed sight His friends lying dead The pale moonlight H3 was laying face to the ground He was crying for
Black pain Withering away In despise arrows of time Made pacts with pain You?ve not seen the one Burning in the light of rising sun You?ve not felt like
I dream of thee In these dreams You lie dead before my feet Outside, the winter night Cold dismal sight As the harvest moon paints our guise Somewhere
Rain descends from sea again aviso of arriving fall serene evening of the human whore Scorn by retrievers horde Transgressors ! Masquerade in its sickest
Silence? When the night cloaks this earth Trees hum and soil gives its birth We are the ones of rapture ?n evil within But you might just call it sin
Wind ! fear these mad signs Scions of the blackened soil Fear! lay your arms over far over this haunted ground Fire ! hear my screams of fear Close your
Drowning into the sea of vanity Ocean drawn of mans worth By my god and grace I am reborn In hatred to kill again Nature unbound From beyond the light
Take me away Take me away I hate this place It saturates Darkened dreams now awake Dream me away Carry away and fuck this race Can take the pain But
Years are passing by Warden I am, Lemurian guard Through these lonely hills Where the hands of moory fog Reach for the beating hearts Scarlet harvest
Moon of Mons Can you hear the screams feeble, weak and asphyxiated Lurid blade keeps grinding bones In the grimy darkness Near the River Hate and the
"He screamed and screamed and screamed in a voice whose falsetto panic no acquaintance of his would ever have recognized: and though he could not rise
"There are coarses of souls that sometimes rupture to our side of reality. When we travel the planes of dream we dare these roads and the spirits that
Possession Second day Convulsions and pain Timid Priest prays hollow words in vain Rose hes bound to te bed Priest " Time is running out ! " Mother
They have been down so long I can hear them singing hear their hearts feel their passion feel their scars Doors are shut To Time and fate It was for
Lo ! I pilgrim came from the desert Draped in sickness, dressed in black When the utter thunders roared young And the heart of Valusia enshrined the