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Cold hands are grabbing the blackened sky A.ong the living ones now cutting all the ties The breath of fire, evil in the breeze, demons Admire the one that never flees Gasping for air And bulging red eyes God made him swear Won't come back alive Murders of ravens block the sun Ear deafening low volcano's hum Devilium! Scaling the tower, fulfill the need And angels will cower before they bleed Gasping for air, bulging red еyes and God made him swear, won't comе back alive Murders of ravens block the sun Ear deafening low volcano's hum Devilium! From Letras Mania