Aeons Ov Frost Blood Call
A fog ov twilight killes paints ov the day
And the tired moon is slowly rising
Wicked light is seeking vermin in the shades
A cold breath leaves sinister signs
Nothing can stop inner shivering
Everything is a sick kaleidoscope
Don't you see your reflection?
Death itself is roaming around
Red roses' petals are everywhere,
The throne's in blood - your throne's in blood!
Your howl is crushing the sky-sphere
A wound ov evil doubt would never heal up
- never heal up!
It's fruit is so heavy bitter creepy
The murkiness lies behind the opened gates
Scarlet kisses will chill an endless pain
Idols are rotating the wheel of revenge
Wild fury is mixing up an enemy and a friend
A stamp ov solitude ate into your core
Wings will droop and sear
The blood call is constant
A scar design will be unwoven
When the luminary drowns in a mist
Others' heartbeats entice you to
Proseed bloodstained wondering!
