Failing Wings (Re-issue 2023)

There will be no beauty The secrets of the unborn An angel's cries with its shattered wings The holy blood is spilled I fell from grace, I fell into the deepest abyss The evocations wrath hit me like a fist To burst out in scars of distant grief The August flames swallowed me with its kiss Never to be found is the key to purgatory I felt the winds of death and its fury They approached from the halls of sacred duty The fall of daylight has begun From the ruins of my domains They gathered with a pagan oath To reign these walls for aeons Hungry for the bewinged The fullmoon I adore and its mysteries I raise my hands with their blood in me As blasphemy reigns over me... I fell from grace, I fell into the deepest abyss The evocations wrath hit me like a fist To burst out in scars of distant grief The August flames swallowed me with its kïss Fullmoon...