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A Dance On Scorched Earth
The crown hides dreadful believes
A tourniquet of blood and gold
United - but still alone
The iron fist feads peace and love
Burning Storms
The mood of sunset suited my blanket
With the stank of Camphor and one thousand lies
With midnight's deepest, screaming pamphlet
trembles autumn under earth
Sword Chant
The landscape cried our blood
Death in serie's chant

Our village overrun
Blood on the walls, inherited hate
In The Depths Of midnight
His eyelids become weak
Among them, nobody heard him scream
Over the mountains he saw
How summer turned to fall...
My Cradle's Cruelest Day
The winds have changed
To a violent serpent flame
And we may give our lives
to this all-embracing shame
Overlord
Dim the lights to a small weak shine
Now that you are almost blind you can hear its call