Lirieke:
Dead Moon Dagger Moon

, clouded skies Fires burn within their eyes Pentagram with baphomet midnight strikes Goat of menders lifts his head Summons up the living dead Virgin

eastern religious slaves Under a half-moon blood and wine so colored red, Last drink for your lifetime two different stories, one hero's dead Together

's seeking recompense Enslaving to the whims of this mistress Ohh As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick

, mirror on the wall Shouldest not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done Grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue} Three Moon dials

steeped in sin I die but am reborn. I want to see the cosmos slip planets and moons collide feel gravity lose its grip it's all inside all the dead husks

dagger Skin is marked by the years of trial You felt abandoned in a fog of flesh Saying your prayers for the dead Awaiting the face of the moon to ascend

Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection (As the moon

thief At the snakes Reveal their black black backs Fresh flesh Glazed eyes stare From long pale human faces We cannot satisfy the hopes We are now dead We are all dead

of the dead - of the dead be sure to pray salvation - from high above not from god and his angels but from the moon and its calling another moon crowns