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The Skies thunder by the Seraphic war The Chaos bred the illusion, world as ordered delusion As I hunt down my kin Arch-angels bereft of sin I was doomed to fall like leaves Dead, on Autumnal breeze Decenturies freeze Time in my eyes cease Like picture long dead Cold passion lost in a marital bed The smoke of the world burning The scent of corpse piles smoldering Is all that is left Amidst the ruins where our love eternal was wed The evil and mourn accomplish the 7th day I lost her from my sight Too focused for the kill Like Romeo with a gun pointed to his lovers heart Awake still my heart it slumbered Yet the cruel morning came with her tears like a death-stain I fed the flames, conflagration begins Letras de canciones My words echoed in sirens of the Blitzkrieg And fathered thousand promises undone Ended up feeding the Lord of the Flies And never were my lips too far From the blessed cheek of Christ I made sure there was chance for change But the greed made sure faith did not prevail With necromantic old-school blood-lust passion I hailed the night and waged inverted crusade Believers I mislead down the road of desperation While the most mislead in the game of Fates was I But still beside, holding banner high Pacing like coming storm was my pride Teach them like kiss of Fire That scared the heart like tattoo Too horrific to remove The pain it hides Be the divine knife That cut the sight of these eyes Too many a times Turned inside The moonlit paths I pace with thee Among the dead shepherds sheep Our dance shall be the last ceremony The rite to soothe me, to put me in endless sleep Destinies swirl Flag of Misanthropy unfurl The carnival angels no longer hide From heaven's soon blinded sight But to be born as one Is to die as few Thousand more lives depart With each love that tears us apart To carry heart-shaped hollow within And lick it like razor-wire Sin To burn the love on pyres within I lost her in my sight Too focused for the kill Like Romeo with a gun pointed to his lovers heart I never learned to swallow my rage The pierced throat too swollen with pain The hungry winds I hear them rise To greet Virtue in crimson, the lust for the Vice The ashen kingdom is unslaveryï¿½s price With kiss I close the eyes that witnessed flames heaven high Of the pyre that burns love within And soothe the wounds with a razor-wire kiss From Letras Mania