There will be no beauty
The secrets of the unborn
An angel's
cries with its shattered wings
The holy
blood is spilled
I fell from grace, I fell
into the deepest abyss
The evocations wrath
hit me like a fist
To burst out in scars of
distant grief
The August flames swallowed
me with its kiss
Never to be found is the
key to purgatory
I felt the winds of death
and its fury
They approached from the halls
of sacred duty
The fall of daylight has
begun
From the ruins of my domains
They gathered with a pagan oath
To
reign these walls for aeons
Hungry for the
bewinged
The fullmoon I adore and its
mysteries
I raise my hands with their
blood in me
As blasphemy reigns over me...
I fell from grace, I fell into the deepest
abyss
The evocations wrath hit me like a
fist
To burst out in scars of distant
grief
The August flames swallowed me with
its kiss
Fullmoon...
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