Lure Of The Flames کے بول

A howling wind from the northern spires Cutting through the smoke from this blazing pyre A desperate man, alone with his grief His hearts strings didst death's cruel kiss cleave Succumb to me To the dark My child, my child A swirling inferno of lost hopes and prayers Swallowed into cold, unfeeling night air And arms of purest light reaching towards the sky Extinguished 'fore their time, he sadly sighs The Moon's glow so pure and bright Yet his face glows crimson in reflected spite The passion, the fire, the vows, the lies Saint Lucifer's toll doth require a cherished life Succumb to me To the dark My child, my child Unchained daemons and spirits of flame Unyielding embrace of the ages old curse Unholy torment of the damned lay claim To this solitary soul for whom the devils sing verse Succumb to me To the dark My child, my child