Masquerade লিরিক্স

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!