15 acessos
War in heaven cuts the soul
The Son Of Morning walks alone
The Prince Of This World tempts the soul
To cast aside all faiths in gods unknown
So, I stalk where death hides to find truth
He is the death seeker
And I am of him
Casted out from God's light
A rebel angel in the night
And I am of him
Knowledge in his hand a flame
Transcending all below in mind and grace
He drove the hordes of Christ insane
They curse his name but have never felt his pain
So I stalk where death hides to find you
He is the death seeker
And I am of him
Casted out from God's light
A rebel angel in the night
And I am of him
We're opening veils in this smoke-laden room
We invoke your heart
And through candlelight haze your essence looms
We invoke your heart