Mournful, Yet And Forever Paroles

and guide me on the road
Winds of ages tragedies
saw its steam
Blazed higher than all those
gloryful armies
encouraged by the sun
A mournful touch, flies with
the past sound
And the blade of the high priest
A conqueror held his sword
for a mightful battle, and years to come
Let's sail the cold togheter
to your heart, my night
And challenge them in these
years of brightness
Hungering, my love
I saw its eyes
His...
Yet in stained dozes of the chamber
And walked with us and die with me...
Into uncountable milleniums
Gave their stoned soul, and condemmed
our waste
Who was never to be repealed
Gather so they see
and walk with them to submission of
eternal pain
For a higher law, saw them all die
I settled for the odious to see
My dark and hateful eternity