Black Hole Soul 歌词

I am to become A black hole soul All life does wither And I am like womb I am to become Like a black cauldron Where witches brew Their black gall They are here To bring ruin in their wake A shroud of misery they carry And with it they cover me Through hatred born Chased by its flames And by them burned Ashen vessels remains Yet the light they shine Does reveal a path obscure Leading far off Away from the lie No longer do I see Death's claws, but wings The final enemy, the lord of horror Now as the king most high