Tracks

01. Where Dead Angels Lie
02. Elisabeth Bathory
03. Antichrist
04. Feathers Fell



01. Where Dead Angels Lie

In the dawn an angel was dancing
Surrounded by an aura of light
But in the shadows something was watching
And with patience awaiting the night
Angel whispers: "Mournful night, attractive night,
your dark beauty obsesses me"
An angel bewitched by the shadows
Seduced by the whispering lies

A spell was cast an the sky turned red
The angel's heart froze to ice
The blackness that falls is coming to stay
Under the snow lies angels so cold

Dusk has passed and a cold morning breeze,
Is sweeping all over the plain,
On the ground lies an angel with skin so pale,
On her face an image of pain,
Snow is now falling to the frozen ground,
The angel is covered by white,
Frost is spreading across the plain,
To welcome the eternal night.

The dress is white with crystals of ice
And frozen roses so red
Roses of blood from an innocent soul
On the plain lies an angel dead

A spell was cast an the sky turned red
The angel's heart froze to ice
In the gloomy sky black clouds were gathering
The silence was broken by cries
A spell was cast an the sky turned red
The angel's heart froze to ice
In the gloomy sky - The silence where dead angels lie

Touch the snow...Caress the lifeless sculptures
Die!

The blackness that falls is coming to stay,
Under the snow lies angels so cold,
Yet with each crystal of frost that is falling,
Another story is told,
A spell was cast an the sky turned red,
The angel's heart froze to ice,
In the gloomy sky The silence where dead angels lie.


02. Elisabeth Bathory

This is a story about Elizabeth Bathory
Her blood is ourselves.
Clean, Hungarian blood.
Dark castle
Occult carols sound,
woman...crying
Eternally satisfied
Elizabeth did not slept tonight
Her gouth ensorcelled through black eyes
The dead girls are courting her
Upon deadly magic circles lines
She pierce needles under ladies nails
Their frosted bodies buried alive

Oh how I love to feel your breath
I just to be the lover of Death
Desires become truths
Evil prayers are heard
By Elizabet Bathory

The countess of my fire
You're also her sacrifice
You will give your blood
Because she must have a bath
Welcome my youth, a life before.
More complete then ever... by blood
Oh yes by the blood I was encored
Oh I feel the magic...I fly towards the moon.
Countess it is your night
You haunted by your wild desires
Possessed by bestial lust
You are the goddess of the love

Oh ,how I love to.

Her mind is insatiable
She craves virgins' blood evermore
Her flames will never die...
Surrounded by infernal glory

Oh, how I love to.


03. Antichrist

Screams and nightmares
Of a life I want
Can't see living this lie no
A world I haunt
You've lost all control of my
Heart and soul
Satan holds my future
Watch it unfold

I am the Antichrist
It's what I was meant to be
Your God left me behind
And set my soul to be free

Watching disciples
Of the satanic rule
Pentagram of blood
Holds the jackal's truth
Searching for the answer
Christ hasn't come
Awaiting the final moment
The birth of Satan's son

Screams,
From a life I live
Torment,
Is what I give
Torture,
Is what I love
The down fall,
Of the heavens above

I am the Antichrist
All love is lost
Insanity is what I am
Eternally my soul will rot


04. Feathers Fell

Feathers fell... like leaves from a tree
Blood ran... like water from a sea
Angels cried... as the rain poured
Feathers fell... they'll fall no more.