Sons Of Hades 歌词

Bleak prudence, bleaker grace Amidst from these venomish losses Prime leagues leads on through vivid senses We have grasped we have honoured Though we seduce envied secrets Apart we breath the true... Sons of Hades So, we inherit this flock And it's stone cold desire Winged lashes ablazed and sat these fragments afire Then erased the true Sons of Hades We had one soul Who - while it was ours - in it's duty and obediance gave us this. Now gather and surmise, see it's face now beautyfied Our laughters was spoken for The eagles went away And the goddess of thorns was our prudent flame Fearless we deny the sweet shepards love and his buried heart As (well as) the shade of his forsaken father and his pale senses