Limbonic Art Pits Of The Cold Beyond
As the shadow of Dark angels fall From the grace of light I am carried in the arms of death Into the night The universe unveils A glowing entrance to doom Next to the setting sun and The rising moon Wine of life streams In faint nocturnal screams As the rivers run red From the wrath of Armageddon And the wine of life is shed Into the pits of the cold beyond Timor et tremor venerunt super me At the time when the sun emerges from the dark In limbo a star shines and in silver it sparks I search my soul as darkness burn For a shadow it shall return From the pits of the cold beyond Timor et tremor Venerunt super me Et aligo cecidit super me
