He hears the call which destines his fall A fire burns that slowly pierces his soul And now the tide turns The blackest flame still burns Immortally he's waiting so unconcerned Before the blade penetrates his skin A versant cloud enwraps his body Slowly and dreadfully A subtle cut brings liverty His path of blasphemy Atrocious angels lead his way To apathy, an apathy revealed by sway By Cains force assigned, ferocious demons crawl to mate Black altar wine flows to blur his fate Beyond the veil, amongst the vultures Beneath the sky, he lives his dream Inside his veins throbs mortal poison The netherworld has opened its gates Wide and enormous, a final cut brings liberty The candles leave their set All sounds extinguish in the dark No hope and no regret Silence rules his heart No whisper sent to god Abysmal hate turns to dismissal Cold becomes hod His soul leaves in a glorious bliss He hears the call which destines his fall A fire burns that slowly pierces his soul And now the tide turns- The blackest flame still burns Immortally he's waiting so unconcerned Inside his veins the poison dries The netherworld has closed its gates Amongst the vultures He will make all his dreams come trueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
