Angel Graveyard - Angels Of Midnight

Smelting some skulls of golgotha
Imprinting this sword with god's wrath
Infusing blood with eden's fog
Preparing crown of death's madness

This dream is like no other so far
Smithing for angels is work of god
Ingredients are real and i cant wake up
Pain is gone but horrors still alive

The weapons are ready you may take any
All blood will be for the holy garden
Smash the dead god's mirror in a face
of the first one on highest throne

Angels hanging people like curtains
Blessed by death guarding the garden
Sight is beautiful blood flowing pillars
Heaven at night with some stars on fire Открыть страницу с текстом

In candlelight you wait
for me to finish this work
Blessed by the aura
of your holy presence

These wings will fly
Carry you back to heaven
You will laugh at the weight of your wings
when stone turns into feathers

Leave behind the cursed ones
Let them die without your soul to drain
The sins are not yours to suffer
Nothing weights anymore in eden Открыть страницу с текстом

Flowers shine bright
on darkest of nights
Garden still blood flowing
Until death i regret nothing

This gloomy lake
once was a meadow
Where the first ones danced
Where i saw a beast speak
When planet spun in weight of sins

Flowers shine bright
on darkest of nights
Garden still blood flowing
Until death i regret nothing

This gloomy lake
once was a meadow
Where the first ones danced
Where i saw a beast speak
When planet spun in weight of sins Открыть страницу с текстом

Finally here
Pictures of past lifes

Colours from
all the worlds we had to visit

Snakes can eat their
tails while i watch these paintings

More than enough
was blood used in them

CURSE!!!

Curse this planet
The last one was violent

Wrong in all ways
that made me break this rebirth

Drinking blood
with the other ghosts around

Time is no more
The clocks spin to make just sound

Let me end this candle
Its time to sleep Открыть страницу с текстом

Welcome to the garden
Its raining forever
Look at the sky
It's blood red sometimes blood
In this atmosphere
Everything is perfect
Every living thing
is sacred and holy

You just have to murder
these animals only for food
You will desecrate
everything you would touch
Some laws are reversed
Some are twisted as fuck
This kind of paradise
hides on the face of earth

To see again skies blue
have to blind your eyes
Dont mind the screams outside
It's men turning into beast
Angels teasing humans
Some are sniping back
After all its all so fun
when a soul is immortal Открыть страницу с текстом

You i found
under these waters
Im sorry you are bound
now to the depths

The promise is
to cure your death
Make you walk on earth
once again

If even only
at nights you appear
Im glad to see you
without fear

You i found
under these waters
Im sorry you are bound
now to the depths

The promise is
to cure your death
Make you walk on earth
once again

If even only
at nights you appear
Im glad to see you
without fear

And if i cannot
Cannot save you
Beneath the water
Under the cold water
I will live with you
beneath the ice
To see you smile
once more Открыть страницу с текстом

Blood on my hands
Dont know whose
Carrying something heavy
They put on my back

I see two others
One with golden aura
Other with black one
I know we are going to die

I wish i was someone else
A stupid face in the crowd
wanting something from me
Death is all i have left

Birds circling over us
Yelling loud words
Praying for satan kill them all
Birds and men all the same

Storm gathers here fast
Flee you idiots the show is over
Death has come finally down from heaven
Now you all will come with us Открыть страницу с текстом

I dont dare to walk graveyards
now that i can rise the dead
Give life to an angel sculpture
They would wake up in cold madness

I used this feared power
Found in christ on you
who released me from that prison
Now fly free and kill again somewhere

We are both soulless now
Free to hunt the living
My calendar is painted in blood
for every day and nights every hour

I dont dare to walk graveyards
now that i can rise the dead
give life to an angel sculpture
they would wake up in cold madness

Waking you up old winged one
was my way of doing something good
Now circle the earth true death
Two meter wings and thirst for blood

We are both soulless now
Free to hunt the living
My calendar is painted in blood
for every day and nights every hour Открыть страницу с текстом