This time, you will not grave the hate
That grew in
A horned man, a blazing helmet
With a cooper and brassy
The past has enslaved that all
We built for the future
Into the battle we ride again
Against the dark one, against
The symbol of lies and suffering
Nailed to the cross
With empty
Alone with my mind I live for
This evening of my
Be my dark angel tonight
Transfer me through your blazing passion
With
Twilight haze embraces horizons
Where the rivers of our past still
What for a fear in their eyes I see
When they
Awake from tears of your silent eyes
Awake from sins and
I'm the statue, cold and dead as stone
I'm the darkness,
Blood on the crying engraved name
Hot like my memories
Black stone
A bizarre picture of the death
That paints with the blood
In
The fire burns in the land of the bird's spirit
The
A breeze is tearing down the leaves of the trees
(That
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