Diabolical Masquerade

Diabolical Masquerade - Blackheims Hunt For Nocturnal Grace lyrics

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Soaked in Darkest Lights

Deep in his Soul - His Shallow Grave

In the Deepest of His Inner

A World of Immortal Arts

As the Cold Midnight Winds captured his Sullen Spirit

He still Lay there in his Dominion of Dreams

His Wings was Covered by Snow

Deep in his Soul - The Wind Blew

By the riddle and Wisdom

A Hunt for Nocturnal Grace

Souls were Heading towards Death

Death was Heading towards Life

Life was in the Coffin of the Crypts

The Crypts of Blackheim - The Only One

The Mercy is for the Wisdom and the Slayer is our Reward

No Time to Dread by as we shall be Unborn

With Thirst for the Blood of the Sacred One

Three Years of Yearning for Purest Cold Flesh

Amongst the Wolves He's the Kingly Beast

A Hunt in the Forest of Elder's Dark Myths

[Voice:]</i> "...A Dominion for Blackheim...No Mortals to Enter...No Enter.."

The Lightning in the Skies

The Sign of his Elder Past

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