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...Illusions make sleepers dream...
...Awake before I enter within...

Obey the thoughts in this grand twilight castle
The place haunted with past of chaos I've been
Music of winds adorned
With the groan of banshee
Scent of dead 'pon the waveless sea
Dancing shadows at the midnight masquerade
A breath behind thee thrill that never ends
Craft of pleasure and desires
That wish to kiss thy neck
Take my hand, join me within
(...Banquet in black)

Under the spell of the great summoner
Thirteen of them bleed for resurrection
Of the witch evoker
so lick and fuck

Come fourth pale moonlight
And shine 'pon her beauty tonight
Let her be drowned in nocturnal eyes
Embraced by hands that once have dyed
I held thee as we danced below moon
Pain and stoned but yet flame burns
All this may not remain but be gone soon
Is there a sense if dust is in us?

Seduce me I fear no golden dawn
'cause light of Christ for now is eclipsed
Reveal to me thy lust
And hear the whisper of a Voice
From the Haunted Graveyard

Blue hell descends
And eden was burnt
Before this gloomy... cabaret

But Dark Angel hides the tears
And speaks the words of requiem
Heavens open orifice for meadows of lies
She dies as she looks at the skies

(Release these nightmares
For they shall be my arrival)

Spirits of Darkness
Creatures of night feel my hate
As I open the gates
Of yours banishment and death
Be gathered for your swords are thirsty
...of blood
A third war is to rise
Before the throne of a God

But rivers yet run, sun still shines
Why the only flower from my touch
...has to dismay
Ash and breeze quietly moan
In this battle of dark and
No one won

Angel why have Ye abandoned me
If I have only drowned in those depths of a sea
I hear thee sing a song for a soul of ice
Which shall be awaken after the last ray
...dies

Obey the moaning
From this grand twilight Castrum
The place haunted with horror of chaos I've been
Melodies of winds
On shores they always will be like ours tears
In depths of waveless sea
Shadows are vanishing majesty becomes sand
Theatre is dying and curtain falls
Thy grace and perfume darkness shall awake
Hold my hand...
Whilst my soul is melting
...Black..........

Come fourth pale moonlight
And shine 'pon her beauty tonight
Let her be drowned in nocturnal eyes
Embraced by hands that once have dyed
I held thee as we danced below moon
Pain and stoned but yet flame burns
All this may not remain but be gone soon
Is there a sense if dust is in us?

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