On the throne of the world under a sky of emerald unfurled. The nails of seraphim scratching across the bronzed crow. All in one, all in Him, treason bent, colours dim. It's hard to hear their sound when you're this far down.
Heaven, so far away. Once bright, growing grey. Heaven, lurch and sway, his light fades away.
Why have you not yet fled across the firmament to your tomb? All calls heard by the architect with the serpent in his hand.
II: Coronation
Let the two celestial candles flicker and die in the howling wind. Cleanse this sphere in the darkness of your eyes. Rising soul-hammer from the vast abyss. A long time coming - not to be missed.
Trade the heavenly lanterns with the reborn star and set the everlasting furnace aflame. Rejoin the dark flood - sea and sky to mould into the unlight's cage. Summon the fog to descend on the earth, making the graveyard it is to be - and pray for the black rains to pour on me.
III: ...And from the devil's throne
Angel of Flame, again become. SHadow and luminescence all as one.
Bete Noire. Morning Star.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
