The House of Capricorn - Coffins and Cloven Hooves | Текст песни

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O, hail the great reaping scythe scraping the sky. The glorious dawn to rise in black to where spirits fly.
And lo, below and behold - turning ashes cold. As we fall away to dust with faded eyes.

We are the truth, the light, the blaze of the procession in the nave.
We are the flame that lights the way to the seal upon your grave.

O, hear the nails clicking on the wooden roof. The consummation of fire and the hoof.
Ring in the new day - all faces turn to grey. Cry to heaven; nothing will improve.

We are the truth, the light, the blaze of the procession in the nave.
We are the flame that lights the way to the seal upon your grave.

He is the wolf in the fray; of the fragile lost in their dismay.
So clasp your hands, weep and pray.
We are His light, he is the herald of decay.

O, feel the darkness in our bones with centuries left. Settle in to earth and wait with long drawn baited breath.
And lo, below and behold - we all turn cold. And what of life? What of life long bereft?

We are the truth, the light, the blaze of the procession in the nave.
We are the flame that lights the way to the seal upon your grave.

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