Azalon

Depths Of Inside

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Darkness reveal it's light for me
"Winds of the hanged man - Blow!"
As they greet the ways
to seize our demonic praise
...In failure they are disgraced...

When the burning wings of my Master surronds your kind
"In winds of Sorrow loss they shall find!"

Soiled within the filth of your Dog
baptized in the hunger of their living fog...

Left entangled in the light
with only the memory of Darkness as my bride

...Never to feel Her pale skin again...

No more!
No more...no more, no more, no more!

A blaze in the depths of inside:
"On winds of Darkness our kind still ride!"
Still ride...