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
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
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
Oh, glorious morning-star, my pridefull light Cast down in the abyss lord of fire, lord of night Unveiled in a vision Poison my heart and soul Come