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• Artiste: Amethista
• Titre: The Whim Of Rha
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He's the weak Narciso seeing his image in the stream... When the nocturnal stars die her bed is the void, the black vortex And I the Master hidden in the Light Evil will and the angelic glaze Nightmare masked with air and fire Infinite space over desecrating night skies They are the golden curls coils of slimy snakes I'm the weak Narciso, reflecting in the flames I take what I want, and all I see Sitting on my throne of crimson leaves He tears your tender body, with thousand thorny roses... He tears my tender body, with thousand thorny roses... Dissolute Son, filthy agony of her eyes Would you close the eternal circle? The rending scream of the victim in chains Hurge the Beast to consume its feed his whim dispels the dimensional veil it drops the mind to the primordial fury Nightmare masked with air and fire Infinite space over desecrating night skies Each morbid ritual unleashes the elements of perversion The golden vulture feeds on her human essence The blossom is fading, its stalk is bleeding... The blossom is fading, its stalk is bleeding... When it's dawn, while Rha is rising the crime is accomplished, creature hunted The crime is accomplished creature exiled for your vanity! Spirits of midday brought her with clouds Beyond times inside the world.. He's the weak Narciso seeing his image in the.. Along the dark red paths, deserts to your sandy den Between ancient stories and whispered legends I still exist in your ritual revenges Perfect, infect, deprived of your wings Barren, sparkly, carrier of diseases Your stony monuments Bent toward Nut's womb Oracles inside the Prophets of Atlantis' dead sons! The advent of your deepest dusk on my face there is a mask.. A castle grown with fear shall burns my frozen tears