Pestilential Shadows - Impaled by the Moon | Текст песни

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Fire ignites in the valley of death
Night falls over this bleak world
The sun has fallen to the darkest depths
Moon ensnared, it rises
It rises!
Crescent moon cuts through the fog
Splitting the darkness and lighting our path
A sigil cut into thy flesh
Nightside blood red
Blood red!

Sanguine drips from my maw
Black ritual, candles burn out
Crossroads swell, into the abyss
To the ocean black
A path set out by the shimmering reflection
Of that which draws our darkest hearts
To our tomb

A path you cannot turn back on
A vile plume of black smoke fills my lungs
As I’m impaled by the moon

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