November 2007
A chilling wind grasp my soul as I walk through the twilight gates
Choirs of grief are heard from the spirits of the ancient breed
Now I know what lies beyond, now I know my fate
To dwell in the fa
I have seen the most beautiful light
Since my birth It's been possessing my mind
I've lashed myself, I have opened my veins
Cursed my blood in grief
As a shadow of death, the reaper from the tal
(Exo ciso tei e mondes sime spiritus,
Omnes incursio adversari,
Omne phantasma omnis legio,
In nomine domini nostui,
E radicale e defungare ad... ?
Epse tibi diferat quitede supernus...)
Acc