There will be no beauty

The secrets of the unborn

An angel's cries with its shattered wings

The holy blood is spilled

I fell from grace, I fell into the deepest abyss

The evocations wrath hit me like a fist

To burst out in scars of distant grief

The August flames swallowed me with its kiss

Never to be found is the key to purgatory

I felt the winds of death and its fury

They approached from the halls of sacred duty

The fall of daylight has begun

From the ruins of my domains

They gathered with a pagan oath

To reign these walls for aeons

Hungry for the bewinged

The fullmoon I adore and its mysteries

I raise my hands with their blood in me

As blasphemy reigns over me...

I fell from grace, I fell into the deepest abyss

The evocations wrath hit me like a fist

To burst out in scars of distant grief

The August flames swallowed me with its kiss

Fullmoon...