Besatt Holding The Seal (forneus)
Between the sphere of throne choirs and sphere of angel
choirs
In clouds of reverie and windy, mad existence
From all of pains and suffers made from fear in abyss of
damned
The magic Seal of Formeus, weaved in merciless time
He keeps it with him
Gives a power and sentences
Guards his own madness
Yields a wild blisses
The great marquess of hell, he learns a fine arts
He can render man for being a master of rhetoric
The legions of ghosts from dark abysses
Are still ready for his orders
Are making him adored by his enemies
Formeus, gazed in his Seal
Song Meanings for Holding The Seal (forneus)
