The birth

from P(O)E by Pieces Of Echo

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lyrics

The air is chill, cantus of the ill
Contour of lass, she’s now ready to strike up the mass
A blade in the vein, satisfaction and pain
The altar stands, the demons sing, open the portal for their king
Rising to dim the skies, a legion of dead will arise
In a robe of mist, cutting signs into her wrist
Her body trembles in the dark, as she’s wearing the unholy mark
Moaning alound, biting her lips, inseminated by the eclipse
A pervert seducer came here to use her
Use her flesh, use her blood, no one can stop the infernal flood
The mood is so dire, rising higher and higher
The altar burns, the demons yell, kissed by the godless flames of Hell
Spirits stand here around, as she bleeds on the ground
Predicted by the old
The curse of existence, lethiferous distance
Will bring here pain and cold