There will be no beauty The secrets of the unborn An angel's cries with its shattered wings The holy blood is spilled
I fell from grace, I fell into the deepest abyss The evocations wrath hit me like a fist To burst out in scars of distant grief The August flames swallowed me with its kiss
Never to be found is the key to purgatory I felt the winds of death and its fury They approached from the halls of sacred duty The fall of daylight has begun
From the ruins of my domain They gathered with a pagan oath To reign these walls for aeons Hungry for the bewinged The fullmoon I adore and its victory I raise my hands with their blood in me
I fell from grace, I fell into the deepest abyss The evocations wrath hit me like a fist To burst out in scars of distant grief The August flames swallowed me with its kiss