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• Artiste: Faerghail
• Titre: Masked For Death
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Skin so cold as the october sun A murderess veiled in black Her dance like the flaring flames Once enchanted me with her embrace Forevermore and never to fade Her quest to burn in a fiery shade She was the spawn of evil within With divine grace a martyr of sin See that silhuette where the towers aloft tall See her there where horizons' fall No tears shall be shed for her death For to the memory of those dreams we shared And when the autumn reaped near Her gardens bloomed in a crystal flare How shall weep the ones of little faith They shall feel the wrath of my deathmask's hate Only nighttime cold grant her life Benighted the days for the devil's bride Her beauty in death never unseen Hollow illusions of before been See that silhouette where the towers aloft tall See her there where horizons' fall No tears shall be shed for her death For to the memory of those dreams we shared And when the autumn reaped near Her gardens bloomed in a crystal flare How shall weep the ones of little faith They shall feel the wrath of my deathmask's hate In oblivion I crave for my torchlit shadow The last torment for this grieving world below Gone forever flown away with the ravens Crushed the inner rose by fear and anger Skin so could as the october sun A murderess veiled in black Her dance like the flaring flames Once enchanted me with her embrace Forevermore and never to fade Her quest to burn in a fiery shade She was the spawn of evil within With divine grace a martyr of sin See that silhuette where the towers aloft tall See her there where horizons' fall No tears shall be shed for her death For to the memory of those dreams we shared And when the autumn reaped near Her gardens bloomed in a crystal flare How shall weep the ones of little faith...