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  • Glowing eyes, staring eyes
    Manifest of evil presence
    With entities swept in disease and decay
    A fall from paradise beyond redemption
    Wrathchild's afterglow
    He who speaks of nightly treasures
    He who wraps the serpent around my neck
    He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice
    He who lets me serve and slip away
    ...and so i will take shelter
    In the absence of the light
    Hiding like a masked miniature in the dark
    A revenant without relief it seems
    For the art of becoming a progeny
    and to be raised in such curse
    Is to forever creep among naive mortals
    Infesting the dead in herdes
    His grandeur of guidance in roundtrips obscure
    He who immerse my hands in sullen thrills
    His paths on wich domination linger
    He who dares to prove the sanity of mine
    He who speaks of nightly treasures
    He who lets me serve and slip away
    Black unearthly void creatures crawling
    Forbidden forgotten fairly underrated
    Bastards in the shape of angels holding my hands
    Passing me what is left of the wine
  • Glowing eyes, staring eyes
    Manifest of evil presence
    With entities swept in disease and decay
    A fall from paradise beyond redemption
    Wrathchild's afterglow
    He who speaks of nightly treasures
    He who wraps the serpent around my neck
    He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice
    He who lets me serve and slip away
    ...and so i will take shelter
    In the absence of the light
    Hiding like a masked miniature in the dark
    A revenant without relief it seems
    For the art of becoming a progeny
    and to be raised in such curse
    Is to forever creep among naive mortals
    Infesting the dead in herdes
    His grandeur of guidance in roundtrips obscure
    He who immerse my hands in sullen thrills
    His paths on wich domination linger
    He who dares to prove the sanity of mine
    He who speaks of nightly treasures
    He who lets me serve and slip away
    Black unearthly void creatures crawling
    Forbidden forgotten fairly underrated
    Bastards in the shape of angels holding my hands
    Passing me what is left of the wine