Heavenlie Aeons Grimlie Torne Apart 가사

The mist riseth slowlie From fields where Bloode rained from the skies The sunne mourneth the passing day As if she knew it hath been the last I am the Fog... That Hideth what dwelleth beyonde... The realm of the pure Is washed away by the all-consuming fire A fire so invincible and colde Unlike the ones that shone these aeons I am the Fire That Burneth the angel's ground Heavenlie Aeons Grimlie Torne Apart The reigne of darkness and winter, the victorie of Griefe... The harbringers of wrathe Free the enslaved soules that wander as stars Granting birth to the Blackest Black That Blindeth thine eyes in Paine I am the Black... That Darkeneth Thy Kosmos Of Olde Embrace the Darke That Endeth the Aeon of no Sorrowe Heavenlie Aeons Grimlie Torne Apart The choir of an olde race echoeth in the darke... Heavenlie Aeons Grimlie Torne Apart I am the Void that Stealeth thy Life I am the Dragon that tortureth thy Soule I am the Elixir that the Wolf spewe forth I am the Wrathe that Teareth thy heavens That tore thy heavenlie aeons...