Hunger in the world of wolves.
Rhythms collapse
against closed doors.
Hearts frozen in time.
Blood stains our sight.
The red in the sky is ours.
Hunger, soul-rot,
Thirst for higher rush of pain.
Hands raised to the heavens.
Oh, sing praise to oblivion.
A kingdom burned by sins.
The red in the sky is ours.
Black, the eyes of the Maker shine.
As our victory colors our sight
Blessed be thee, Queen of Crimson.
The red in the sky is ours...
The Twilight is ours...
Revolution, 'till the end of time.
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