Veils Were Blown 歌词

Veils Were Blown The stars grow dim In their places And the moon turns pale Before me Veils are blown Across its flame Demons approach the circumference Of my sanctuary A wind has risen The dark water stirs And they like the dark places best For their god is a lying lord Strange lines appear carved on my door The light from the window Grows increasingly dim At death's door You will find your redemption And there will Always remain a black earth Helvete.