C / Cantar / Crimson Shades Called to the Crypt
The burden of years with its grief,
Darkness and cold falls heavily over me
When I think how frail and tired I am
An elegy for the haunting,
An elegy for the damned
Withered, expired, forgotten
...and gone...
In this battle I fail day after day
In vain I look for peace or respite
I can't escape for every hour I feel
How time runs more and more against me
Crimson shades fade to grey
Hosted by the black choir of evil spirits
The haunted esplored their human fear
For wisdom created the spiteful and dread
The haunting,
they crawled their march for revenge
Enlightened, not saved
Their name was written
In the gloom of the crypt
Arcane or spectral, beloved yet feared
The gate to the crypt is the key to the end
No-one resisted and no-one resists
The curse of the crypt
The paramour of evil instincts...
The paramour of evil became...
Like worms thay dig their way
To the nightside of Utopia
Enslaved to morbid lust
Astray in the desert of time
To become...
To become...
Crimson shades fade to grey...
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