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Bishop Of Hexen
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The Surreal Touch Between Steel & Flesh
Gowns of fiendish beauty-decaying, curved sharp nails Prince of evil's hags-hovering on thin air Circle the ancient-caulderon of summoning Mumbling the infinite dark hex
'Goat-headed father, raven on left, wolf at your right Asmodeus & Zabulon' Into our lungs we will inhale this night
The battle-cry of men The screams in the living woods It echoes in the valley Yet the darkness remains mute
The surreal touch between steel & flesh Invoked, between them, a tragedy of odour & liquids A harmony conceived by drops of tears & blood
The outcome of the spell It weaves a cloak of darkness Which will harvest the new leader Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The sweet whispers of betrayal
The night is drenched in mist and in the smell of battlefield The ice cracks open from the dazzling smell of agony His tragedy-the fire will burn forever in his veins The wounds of flesh & soul will leave the-melancholic stains Crippled, yet alive-stay you to be the teacher of the arts 'We condemn you to eternal enmity'!
With heavy armour and two-handed swords The summoned fury of spelled-blinded hordes As if it is in slow motion-sky as earth Trembling under the hooves
The outcome of the spell It weaves a cloak of darkness Which will harvest the new leader The sweet whispers of betrayal
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