Pandemonium کے بول

They are coming, hold the door Even if they crush your heads, won’t take too long Because the opposite will always be wrong While The White keeps festering, dirty of blood If you are the dove, I'm the crow If you mean salvation, I call this law Because when you’re cheating, I bring the truth While Your Grace is blinding, I give the cure Who’s correct behind the mask? I was born with the mark of Amon I belong to the caste of Daemon Come to the left With no regrets Come to the left With no regrets He is calling, open the door Even if he scares you, won’t take too long Because all boldness must have some wisdom Only who carries this Art in veins is bound to know Inside my head I hear the voice of The Lord Outside my body I follow him till the dawn Cause everytime that light approached me Shadows reflected my soul as it should be Who’ll be the guest to wear a mask? I had an insight that Led me to Méndes The Verb of Fire Come to the left With no regrets I was born with the mark of Amon I belong to the caste of Daemon I had an insight that Led me to Méndes The Verb of Fire The Secret Legend I was born with the mark of Amon I belong to the caste of Daemon