Among the shadows the dead are still roaring
Roaring for vengance and one final breath
Silence from darkness, the minions abhoring
Are burning as fleshcanvas even in death

Whitewolves are howling for one last desire
Wake up the dead from the Sunless Empire
Dark troops, now clawing at God's inner sanctum
Justice has struck the Deceiver of Fools


Curse of a Thousand Blackened Skies
Hell has come to tear your lies (apart)
Spit you in you wretched face
And let you die alone, disgraced

Cold and disbanded the dead leave their victims
Bleeding and raving like raped russian dolls
Blinded by hatred and deaf to their screams
Decades of rapture is taking its toll

Pleased with their work and sadistic delight
Blood of false prophets are ending the fight
Archangel souls now enslaved by the unknown
With scriptical howls and desires best unsung


Curse of a Thousand Blackened Skies
Hell has come to tear your lies (Apart)
Spit you in you wretched face
And let you die alone, disgraced

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