Masquerade letra

Somewhere, at the edge of the Worlds
The Black Angels are crawling forwards
With their hands covered in blood
They destroy the sacred earth

The scream arised, like a bird
The winds of fear has come
To occupy the Earth
Golden Bowl
Named the Eucharist
Celebrated by unconsious
Prevail by the scoundrels!

A golden tool
Taking You to my hand
After a moment i begin to doubt
After a moment I drop!
Broken holiness, broken faith
Blood on my damned hand

The Book of Myths laying on the tables
In the houses of ordynary animals
You are my legend
My neverending story!

Hecadoth - Letras

• Beast Unleashed
• Dark Forest Calls
• Ghosts of the Winter
• Glory
• Masquerade
• Sin
• Through The Fields
• Where god Don't Have A Word To Tell