Witchery A Paler Shade Of Death
from death to life we've turned yet cold our blood veins
burn
we walk across your grave its your soul that we'll
deprave
chaotic yet with peace we close in as you sleep
face the darkness - let go your soul
nocturnal confirmation - you'll love the cold
we race across the skies
we bring the gift that never dies
666 - we strike in legion with the beast
our pale complexion gleams
wet lips from your bloodstream
face the darkness - let go your soul
nocturnal confirmation - you'll love the cold
we race across the skies
we bring the gift that never dies