The Vigil کے بول

Blinded by the witching haze of a spectral light I spiral deep into the shadow lands of the fearsome night I have become my own prey, my own prey Carving gravestone epitaphs on nameless tombs I hold the widow makers scythe, shearing dreams of gravid wombs My cries, my prey, my absolution My cries, my prey, my absolution I see the black wings of hell rising The for mourners weep and the dead grieve for the dying Raven claws tear at my eyes The hangman hums my requiems reprise I see the black wings of hell I see the black wings of hell I see the black wings of hell I see the black wings of hell