The Dead Of Winter
The Dead Of Winter
[Music and Lyrics: R. Scythe 3/95]
Soulless I have become
Death now calls my name
Under a dying sun
Beneath the frozen flames
Awaiting in silence, for there is no way out
Blackened, isolation, for I?m the one with the dead
Snow like ashes of bone
The frost now slowly sets in
(My) seconds in time have perished
Lucifer! I recall sin
Time.
Enslavement.
For there is no way out
The walls of sanity vanish into the air
THERE IS NO CITY OF GOD!
THERE IS NO KINGDOM OF FIRE!
THERE IS NO CITY OF GOD!
UNHALLOWED BE THY NAME!
The once proud temple of a dead soul
Becomes as one with the ground
Envoment by the Serpent?s Son
The reapers scythe is lowered down
The witches, the priests, the madmen
Weave thier tales of thier myths
The lull of false security
Guardians of the sane mind
SATAN BE...
THY FATHER
SATAN BE...
BELOW THE HEAVENS
SATAN BE...
UNHALLOWED
SATAN BE...
BE THY NAME
KINGDOM CONE...
KINGDOM GONE
ON EARTH...
AS IT IS IN EARTH
ANCIENT MYTHS OF MODERN MAN
AS IT SHALL BE... FOREVER