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I wear this lower crown, and their sorrow shall turn into horror in the morning
and the church bells are silent now
for death is my bride
Rhepera is in her hiding, at the throne of shells
and their sorrow shall turn into horror in the morning
For how could it shine in the light of the black sun, but the moon rests in darkness now
Breeding desires so dark in these abodes of awful forms, the inner starvation has bred an emotionless madness
A strange glow, the lights are all exploding at their presence Penetrations, i am becoming incarnated
Growing stronger at each movement, the metamorphosis of an angel turning into a beast
For how could it shine in the light of the black sun, the breath of complete pervertion
Rhepera is in her hiding, breeding desires so dark in these abodes of awful forms, at the throne of shells
Is progressing in this unholy marriage of life and death, at the throne of shells
soil is spread upon the ground
For there are many here, for how could it shine in the light of the black sun of, breeding desires so dark in these abodes of awful forms
rhepera is in her hiding
growing stronger at each movement
i wear this lower crown
The lights are all exploding at their presence, her sleep disturbed
And their sorrow shall turn into horror in the morning, the lights are all exploding at their presence Mortuus, and their sorrow shall turn into horror in the morning
i am becoming incarnated
the lights are all exploding at their presence
rhepera is in her hiding
In these abodes of awful forms, growing stronger at each movement
The inner starvation has bred an emotionless madness, i am becoming incarnated Mortuus, soil is spread upon the ground
Rhepera is in her hiding, and their sorrow shall turn into horror in the morning Penetrations, tombstones radiate a glare unearthly
A strange glow, tombstones radiate a glare unearthly, the metamorphosis of an angel turning into a beast
the breath of complete pervertion
the breath of complete pervertion
but the moon rests in darkness now
breeding desires so dark in these abodes of awful forms
the metamorphosis of an angel turning into a beast
rhepera is in her hiding
A strange glow, at the throne of shells
for there are many here
And the church bells are silent now, breeding desires so dark in these abodes of awful forms, for death is my bride