final romance We better find out, the name of the game Chance of a future, frozen and grim Or of a quick death brought here on a whim Why are we here
you're never seen I'm your only dream - the leader of perverted things She stands there with leatherclothes Besides the throne of the night Her hair is black and red lips A
Me Was A Black Horse Its Rider Was Holding A Pair Of Scales Then I Heard A Voice Among The Four Living Creatures Saying "A Quart Of Wheat For A Day
've mastered the arts of death and foreign nations genocide And those who turn on me commit national suicide I'm the queen of the global dream And I rule a
final romance We better find out the name of the game Chance of a future frozen and grim Or of a quick death brought here on a whim Why are we here
in savagery When the cruel Countessa came Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon Of Draconian design A
I'm seconds from meeting with the minds berg had to offer And feed my thoughts to Christ to the altar I wake up on a red floor Axing a dead whore My dick
cleansed in a blaze Armageddon, the first trumpet blows Hail, fire and blood fall on Satan's throne. Revelation, the chosen saved Earth be cleansed in a
red, blood in ice, plague Signs of disease, rivers red, blood in ice, plague Signs of disease, rivers red, blood Welcoming our death (Grazie a AGSoldier
confine... born of fire All things dead must rise again When twilight's blanket falls Splattered red you'll find my den Blood dripping from the walls Dreams
of home... A complete unknown..." That very night he had an eerie dream, That would tell that things are not what it seems Death has reared himself a throne In a
nightmare I hear the nocturnal hymns of the death Forever silence - dreaming winter In trails of nightmare I feel the nocturnal hymns of red blood
was a white horse Its rider held a bow He was given a crown He rode out as a conqueror Bent on conquest Then another horse came out A fiery red one Its
the final romance We better find out the name of the game Chance of a future frozen and grim Or of a quick death brought here on a whim Why are we here
