[Verse 1]
The dark and cold wastelands of grey dust soften when my downturned
Triangular teardrops covers the ground
[Verse 2]
This secret got lost to the shepherd's flock
My burning skin connects with the sands of time
[Bridge]
And thus the holy angels appear; "Drag them through the mud"
I cried, "Instead of me"
[Verse 3]
"This is not the death I choose
Your Christian trials are wrong!"
[Verse 4]
I speak of what I want
My heart lies therein
"Blackened", you say
Then black is my way
[Outro]
And call me an enemy
I shall only stand proud
Awaiting rise of darkside
Sunrise over locus mortis
The dark and cold wastelands of grey dust soften when my downturned
Triangular teardrops covers the ground
[Verse 2]
This secret got lost to the shepherd's flock
My burning skin connects with the sands of time
[Bridge]
And thus the holy angels appear; "Drag them through the mud"
I cried, "Instead of me"
[Verse 3]
"This is not the death I choose
Your Christian trials are wrong!"
[Verse 4]
I speak of what I want
My heart lies therein
"Blackened", you say
Then black is my way
[Outro]
And call me an enemy
I shall only stand proud
Awaiting rise of darkside
Sunrise over locus mortis
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