Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire
I walk with open wounds but the third is now Rising Through the ashes of a dying love a new soul is born I watch the feathers like snow in the winter
walk with open wounds but the Third is now rising Through the ashes of a Dying Love a new soul is born I watch the feathers like Snow in the Winter The
memories that freeze the fading past Silence all the songbirds Stilled by the killing frost Forests burn to ashes Everything is lost Washed away like
are now those archaic deeds in the mist of time, and the Cimmeries testimonials sleep in the obscure silence of the tumulus like ancient relics, mighty sigils to fragile ashes
rtlich der Ku? zur Ewigkeit The Shine of the Moon So clear and bright The Snow on my Hands The Frost in my Heart This never ending Flame in me Like
Wein Zartlich der Ku? zur Ewigkeit The Shine of the Moon So clear and bright The Snow on my Hands The Frost in my Heart This never ending Flame in me Like
cuts on thru like an Arabian First one steps, dies from vocals of Buddha's breathe What's next? Ashes left standin with contacts The Buddha's criminology is like
ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like
sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war We rule like
nature I praise Thee For the landscape of Scandinavia Thou spread snow like wool And scatter frost like ashes Thou hurls down Thy hail like morsels Who
gold does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost The old that is strong does not wither Deep roots are not reached by the frost From the ashes
the Hennessey wit no chaser, flip my fo like a O I doubled it up, and I changed faces Fight like shoelace keeping my flo locked down like mental patients
