"O grandest of the Angels, and most wise O fallen God, fate driven from the skies O first exile who endurest wrong Yet growest, in thy hatred, still more strong..."
When the twilight keeps itself inside me then I call thy name standing at this vale in cry and mortal sin
I prayed to the sinner, I begged them for the lies I prayed to the sinner, I begged them for the stigma I prayed to the sinner, I begged them for the arcane life
"O subterranean king, omniscient Healer of man's immortal discontent To lepers and to outcasts thou dost show That Passion is the Paradise below..."
In the sad lock, in the depths of mind as the weakness of confession the value with the theme of redemption on our fate will stream the tear of crucified son
Oh Creation!
I felt when sadness came, when hatred grown morality's possession And I found my place among the pain and terror the place at the gates of my mind
Oh Damnation!
I've faced a scowling lover, when jealousy burns desire of insanity is born I wanted to scream but suddenly I saw a face of the paradise below
Oh Temptation!
I won't be living in grace, in foreign world I'll find my destination Now please let me drink from the spring of death and be as my God till the end
"O grandest of the Angels, and most wise O fallen God, fate driven from the skies O first exile who endurest wrong Yet growest, in thy hatred, still more strong..."
When... the twilight keeps itself inside me then I call thy name standing at this vale in cry and mortal sin...
I prayed to the sinner, I begged them for the favour I prayed to the sinner, I begged them for the darkness I prayed to the sinner, I begged them for the fear I prayed to the sinner, I begged them for the pain I prayed to the sinner, I begged them for the lies I prayed to the sinner, I begged them for the stigma I prayed to the sinner, I begged them for the arcane lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
