Soaked in Darkest Lights
|
Deep in his Soul - His Shallow Grave
|
In the Deepest of His Inner
|
A World of Immortal Arts
|
|
As the Cold Midnight Winds captured his Sullen Spirit
|
He still Lay there in his Dominion of Dreams
|
|
His Wings was Covered by Snow
|
Deep in his Soul - The Wind Blew
|
By the riddle and Wisdom
|
A Hunt for Nocturnal Grace
|
|
Souls were Heading towards Death
|
Death was Heading towards Life
|
Life was in the Coffin of the Crypts
|
The Crypts of Blackheim - The Only One
|
|
The Mercy is for the Wisdom and the Slayer is our Reward
|
No Time to Dread by as we shall be Unborn
|
|
With Thirst for the Blood of the Sacred One
|
Three Years of Yearning for Purest Cold Flesh
|
Amongst the Wolves He's the Kingly Beast
|
A Hunt in the Forest of Elder's Dark Myths
|
|
[Voice:]</i> "...A Dominion for Blackheim...No Mortals to Enter...No Enter.."
|
|
The Lightning in the Skies
|
The Sign of his Elder Past
|
|
-----------------
|
Blackheims Hunt For Nocturnal Grace
|
| Diabolical Masquerade |
