's the end of them - and their holy era. Soon all of heaven will be in flames... In flames... Angelus exuro pro eternus Angelus exuro pro eternus
: Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata Save me... It's happening again I started to bleed From my hands and feet In an odour so sweet Painful
to eat I seek "Pulses quicken, piqued by the scent of blood" No!!! That's when I realise, I've become one of them Cursed to live in darkness, never
: Christians - oh how I hate them all I see them as weaklings, who care about all Misery - where ever it dwells There they are with their smiles... Trying
s the end of them - and their holy era. Soon all of heaven will be in flames... In flames... Angelus exuro pro eternus Angelus exuro pro eternus
end this life Then peace I will find Walking down to my funeral The mortal sin... Some might be sad I'll die with a grin Walking down to my funeral It
: When the moon is high in the heavens, "And the sharp winds howl like wolves." I lay in the darkness twisting and turning, "My mind won't give me any
: Here they come, the winged minions of the dark lord As black clouds, they block the light of the sun By their side, flies the king of the demon locusts
: Here I am, through the gloom stare Again in hunger, and thirst for something new Tonight - my hunger I'll please... Your presence makes my pulse increase
: This is my realm, here I am king. A kingdom of hatred, where tormented souls sing. Here I am pain - here I am death. Here I'm the hand that will take
This is my realm, here I am king. A kingdom of hatred, where tormented souls sing. Here I am pain - here I am death. Here I'm the hand that will take
When the moon is high in the heavens, "And the sharp winds howl like wolves." I lay in the darkness twisting and turning, "My mind won't give me any
Here I am, through the gloom stare Again in hunger, and thirst for something new Tonight - my hunger I'll please... Your presence makes my pulse increase
to end this life Then peace I will find Walking down to my funeral The mortal sin... Some might be sad I'll die with a grin Walking down to my funeral
Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata - Stigmata Save me... It's happening again I started to bleed From my hands and feet In an odour so sweet Painful holy
Something to eat I seek "Pulses quicken, piqued by the scent of blood" No!!! That's when I realise, I've become one of them Cursed to live in darkness