Sounds of decay
Solely turning over
The flesh and wounds of our master
Sinner's heritage
A thunder and glance
For others to see
And us to deliver the message
Us, the ethereal
The forbidden
May sought a light
Yet never in the despair
Of unborn souls
Us, forgotten
We roam on the lines of destiny
Pain, infinite pain
The crushed dreams and hopes
The long gone creeds
We are
In the final hour
Angels that ride on dismal clouds
To bring and breed
That wich is our sword
The one that walks in your skin
For the blood
Of our childs
Desire is
The evocation
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