Versuri Old Season - Forever Damned

Album: Old Season - Archaic Creation

Tearful the cries that fill the midnight sky
Dark spirits deliver their penance
Thrice shrieking her lust, her lust for your soul
Alone in the dark she bleeds this death romance

Serpent nails caress her long mane
Once flowed and mirrored beauty
Beauty torn down, twisted, scorned
Her first cry the warning, this deathly mourn

Stalking 'neath the moon, scent of death
Wolves serenade night, hour of death

She moves on the wind so swift, such grace
Relentless in torture, she leaves no f*****g trace
Trapped in the shadows, the flames left behind
Her talons' first grip, existence exiled

Stalking 'neath the moon, scent of death
Wolves serenade night, hour of death

Harvester of souls, precise first kill
She feeds on your flesh
Prepare the feast, feel your blood turn cold
But yet you'll burn
Your blackened soul burns

You are the flesh sent, start the feast
She brings you death, unveil the beast
Blood falls from the altar, this chalice of death
Transcend into darkness, claws ripping last breath

Stalking 'neath the moon, scent of death
Wolves serenade night, hour of death

Harvester of souls, precise first kill
She feeds on your flesh
Prepare the feast, feel your blood turn cold
But yet you'll burn
Your blackened soul burns
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