Blaze Heart letra

Philosophers of the modern world,
You dare to challenge me
Those who will foil me us such weaponsas I do.

I am the king for those who must kneel.
Out of this darkness such pleasures you feel
I am the serpent out nothing created.
Giving shape to fear through tempation.

Blazeheart

Holding a canelabrum
In the uphigh towerchamber
Where the walls are dressed with scarlet velvet
Winds blow from east to west
As the forest weeps.

Salacious Gods - Letras

• At The Sound Of The Midwinterhorn
• Blaze Heart
• Dead, Spectral Wolfmoon
• Manifest Of The Phantoms Fasade
• My Effigy Unfurled And Withered
• Soulbite
• Spirits Of The Eldergods Domain
• Sunnevot
• Testify My Vanity
• The Prolongation Of The Search For The Citadel Of The Crowned Serpent
• Twaeduster Jacht