Have no pity for those Mired in the prophet delusion Content to be servile for a lifetime Tis better to be king for a day Your passing will leave Scant
my place. I seek a place in heaven. A country far from mortal site, yet oh, by faith is see! The land of rest, the saints' delight, a heaven prepared
A battle too hard to be faced by a man A fight for who owns the magic of Earth A sacrifice needed to stop a new hell A mystical weapon, the forbidden
I look upon myself and curse my fate Shall I compare you to a winter's day? Pull down your vanity, I say pull down A world of made is not a world of born
Northern skies A battle too hard to be faced by a man A fight for who owns the magic of Earth A sacrifice needed to stop a new hell A mystical weapon
one arised Her gaze is like the wind Burst of eternal life A vision Haunting the dreams of thousands Her skin is like the sand Shinning as day but cold
The Devil sings a Song for superior Children, Darkness'own seduces them as Worshippers for His Paradise beyond A fierce Hadit Kiss I am the Flame in
the sundering of the mystic shackles? [ALTARUS:] Aye... the Shrine would act as a portal, a gateway opened by the power of the Crystal, a yawning aperture
been emptied And now in glorious light The angels are descending down Judgment Day I just can't seem to find a way All I need is your embrace I just
: I look upon myself and curse my fate Shall I compare you to a winter's day? Pull down your vanity, I say pull down A world of made is not a world of